Love, A Memoir.

I've had enough of waiting

Waiting for something that doesn't want to come

Like speaking in tongues because you don't understand what my foolish hands are trying to say

There is a knot in my throat, where I once tongued your name

So with the moonlight as my witness, I sit on the edge of my bed, sweating out the insomnia

And question the questions I already know the answers to

"Maybe this is how love ends"

Slowly

Gradually

With me as the bystander

Helpless to do anything

I'm trudging through molasses trying to slow its demise

But it seems the more I try, the more I fan the flames that are licking at my ankles

I ask you to talk, and tell you I'll listen

But I will not hear the goodbye that stumbles from your lips

And now I am alone

With the pathetic flickering of a fading memory

Like the afternoon sunlight

Trickling in through the blinds

Bleaching everything into white

Erasing details we once carved into the night.