The silence rings too much when you're gone
I can only sit
Waiting for the phone
Staring through the space between my thighs
At the table mess
I can't get them to touch
Just like us
I'm sorry if I held too tightly
Or too loosely
I can promise not to hold at all
Or forever
On to the smell of burning flesh
Let me drip dry until my skin turns to ash
I can water the carpet
With everything I could have given you
Had you not tossed it in the corner for me to find
Always the unwanted plaything
Like rags
Like my veins when the sun is done with me
Like the weight of the wisps of dust that dance in the light
Like the stirring curtains by the window
Like leaves in the wind
Scuttling over to
Rustle against the tall window nearby
While only the seconds go by audibly inside
Noticeably unnoticed
Like me
