A little lonely rampage
danced through my wartorn head
and loudly, with fanfare
left my parted lips
and fell quietly in to yours
"I'm tough" I said,
he laughed
"You're warm blooded."

I gingerly side stepped the hole in my chest
my hands clasped in my lap
the melancholy ring
from all the sad music you gave me
slipped on my little finger.

Chaos turned cold and then settled
like dust
which puffed and lingered after your feet
and consoled me, strangely, as something
in this tangle of nothing at all.

We were so full of what we eventually lost
that night I forgot my words
as they fell from my mouth and
slipped through the phone where
I trusted you, blindly, to remember.

The earth sagged with all the tired weight
an insult to what was real.
The CD skipped
I tripped
the ground rolled away like the river.