it was 70 days ago
when the bitter taste in our mouths turned to Summer
and something in our tongues tasted of honeysuckle

a web spun within control
right above my head
right when you rested your chin on my hip
and gave me my first lesson on forgiveness

we wouldn't go out in the rain
not while there were birds above us pecking at our holes
pecking their way through the guilt

you may tire of me,
i know you did,
but it isn't the same wrinkle in my brow when it's someone else
touching me

it was 54 days ago
when the things left behind were being thrown outside
in the apartment i abandoned
in the town i gave up

and something in my eyes made you feel abused
and our bed was no longer right side up
it was folded and held together with only a small amount of adhesive

it was 26 days ago
i asked you to play a movie i enjoy
i asked for one moment of silence
one time to get the thoughts of walking away out of my system

and something in your smile was different
it was satisfaction
and it was dedication
but i didn’t know
i didn’t know which way it would lean

it was yesterday
and i know how it had to lean
and i know what it means to be a face on a milk carton
a bodybag with no identification
no way out

and it had been something coming all along
it had been in your veins 70 days ago
and now
now it is today that i crawl under the house
trying to bury it again.

01/06/2010

Posted on 01/06/2010
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