Tripping over the last time
I felt you loved me,
the neon glow inside
doesn’t quite work
how it used to when
your quiet footfalls
walked alongside me.
I don’t mind if we
could be like
how we used to be.
There’s something safe about
knowing what I don’t.
I turn to see if it’s true and real
you spinning a room
in dizzying circles.
All over and around me
I fall backwards,
to your bed that has always caught me.
Tepidly ignored
for the first real time tonight
my place is not next to you and yours.
I turn to the one quiet place,
that little nearby church
with the well traveled steps.
I hope you’re happy now
I’m here to confess
I’m a perfect stranger to you.
Bless me if
it’s been a while since
I’ve been in this place
confessing to the truth
that lies inside me now.
The irony here
I swear I’ve never felt this other way,
the upside down pushed away
size of it all.
I have to believe
that holding sorrows hand
is the best thing for now.
