Complication

Complication I felt the suction as you pulled back The room fell silent, stale Breath hung in my throat Clung like smoke Each swallow a tightening rope A little less hope You were already Gone. Gone before I let go. Hollow visages of you seemingly displaced Subtle trace Of simple coexistence occurring Conveniently paced Heart suddenly pounding Rush of blood in my ears Memories of tribulation and of very little try And yet the prickling, tickling up my spine Because you’ll never quite be Gone. Will you? Always at the back of my mind The failure, fears Haunting, never-meant lines “You’re the worst.” “This is It.” Words better left unsaid Some never read But what matters most to you is Who said it best? Unwed and unwilling. No commitment except to Ever-increasing resentments unfulfilling… Feel less to be fearless But try nonetheless To replace the dread of Darkness that looms. Stifling fumes, Burning beds, And heavy, heavy heads Lifted to peer at Starless depths Gone. Too soon. It’s unfair how the darkest and emptiest Of rooms Seem to be the loudest.