Tuesday, January 20, 2015

January 20, 2015

Today I turned 31.
  It was 60 degrees and sunny.
     This only adds to my anxiety.

Notes on the end of a three year love affair...

Our silence spoke in volumes,
    lies of omission and all.
   In whispers and double-talk, we
 stayed out of step
   on our toes.

Questions and passive-aggressive curses
  held at the tip of the tongue:
     Was I just your time spent slumming it?
   Were you just another woman?

If we could have been as easily honest
     with each other as we were naked,
   ours could have been a love for the ages.

i'm sorry i never wrote you love letters or poems.