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.
Copyright © Jere Liles | Year Posted 2021
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