A Month
- Rift: Part II - Poem V -
I read your message once, twice, then more,
A wound unwrapped, a grief I can no longer ignore
Each sentence bared the ache I’d sown in you,
A truth I buried, though I always knew
You wrote of nights I vanished into smoke,
Of promises I made, then broke
I traded love for a transactional flame,
And left you clutching nothing but the pain in my name
“Never saved my place in your phone,”
“Did you always plan in the end to leave me alone?”
“Or was it me, too blind to see your face?”
“How you hid your cards and threw out the ace”
“You always said you wanted to be in crowded rooms,”
“Probably now because you desired someone else to pursue”
“I let the liquor drown the lies that pled,”
“When my sister caught you loving another stray comet”
“And when I asked if you were there,”
“You turned away and didn’t care”
“I called Isabella and sought someone more kind,”
“But in the end, I lost the only home I’d ever find”
“And now you don’t have to listen to my recommended songs,”
“My poems that bored you all night long”
“You finally got the silence you wanted for your voice,”
“Now go ahead and write songs about your wrong choice”
I walk through nights replaying what you cost,
The shape of you, the paradise I lost
Your message carved me hollow, made me realize what I gained,
All it took was a month to cause you so much pain
