I walk in and, like the rusty chords of an old lift shaft, nerve endings shudder down my back
Brain starts rattling like a speeding train on a rusty track
And I felt that crack
Like a lightning tear
Like an unanswered prayer
And you didn’t even make the bed
the bed sheets peel away from the mattress Like old paint
It’s a mess
I feel faint
I lift up my heart where it fell last night, collecting dust,
Its heavy like lead and starting to rust.
Sit. Screw it back into place.
Feel it rattling at that furious pace
Smooth over the frown that’s consuming my face
Feel a trace of memory echo through my ears
The trace of your voice beside me on new year.
That question that you didn’t have to ask, but you did
I Paused to think before presenting you with my only fear
As we lay in this bed
Just please don’t disappear.