as we sit outside
in coldness tinged with darkness
she tells me what the backside of my brain
already knew

why i have to hear these words from her
from her
is enough to start the flow
and i wonder how i will
ever step back inside

he is gone into the night
and i want to see
the amazing person
she tells me i fell in love with
but i am bursting inside
with the aftertaste
of the words we spat at each other

i will drive in circles
searching for him
but only to throw anger
back into his face

he lies wrapped
in his usual coma of disengagement
we sit on the edge of the bed
it is almost laughable
all of us together like this
like this
fully clothed
tears and anger
to replace
laughter and love

there is nothing left to say
he says
there is nothing left to say
and i step back into
the coldness tinged with darkness
where i will search
for the words he’ll never share with me