On seeing your friends yesterday

you left me this gift,
when your truth was shown as lie,
this black hole chest
and empty moon eyes

and so I grip this emptiness
fingers clutching from out to insides
refusing to let it heal over
all the good that was you and I

things will turn around
when you’ve hit bottom, they say,
all I fear is never getting there,
falling for you, always.

this is much too late
and four lines too short
to patch
me and you
back into us.

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About definitelynotapoet

View my work in Skirt Quarterly, Untethered, Vagabond Citylit, the Quilliad and Tracer Publishing.
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One Response to On seeing your friends yesterday

  1. The closing ties the idea all up in such a neat statement–the essence of the irreparable rift. Well done.

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