never again

I sometimes drift asleep to the image of his panic

Displayed on the inside of my eyelids;

I can’t forget the surrendering to his knees,

His desperation pervading the room like a muddling smoke,

And our blood mixing at my feet.

The surface tension of this truth broke from my eyes

And crawled down my face.

It was the stare I held,

Downwards, atop his blurry scalp,

And our ties splitting at the corners of his mouth…

Never again.

I write for my faith in that undertaking,

For the acceptance in a love gone awry.

It’s funny, the things we will sleep beside at night

And consume in the morning time,

How they creep into our lives

And carry on right there, forevermore,

Like learning the face of a soulmate

And never again caring for any other.

It’s funny, the new life born

With the death of that version of you,

Back then.

Let this home be the womb.

- M. Rose