I am standing
on the precipice
looking
the tidal wave is slower
than you think
but the momentum
the momentum … how is it
that chaos sounds so deep
like the earth
the earth shifted
into a completely new
configuration
I remember the first time
death met me –
losing a best friend
can make a religion crumble
and all prayers
meaningless
I want to believe
that you want me
I want to believe
this ring, given, was not some whimsical
symbol. Instead,
Death is the symbol
did you ask for my engagement
ring back
because you already know we are
never-going-back-here-again
over?
I stopped saying
you left me
I’m not sure
who the victim is
it is chaos
meeting Truth
outside my house
key in hand
crying
because you are inside
my dreams
and I can’t
stop you from being
there
