Affair's End

Can one choke on pride, or lack thereof?

I am vacillated.

Ah, but we'd rather hide, despite

Past declaration.

Despite a fasted dedication.

And my thoughts, my poetry

Are cliché.

The rhetoric of the languages we've spoke

These fires you've provoked

Whose embers remain.

Through the ends of each day.

My words, their syllables, have lost all gravity

Nothing. Just this calm green that is you.

If I think two moments

Something witty...yet only anxiety ensues

The loss of foreplay for our vanity

To slip away into this late insanity.

Spare me your niceties.

Pleasantries.

Absurd formalities leave deep cuts

I am not yet withered and gone,

And not too beautiful to be tough...

You forget? I like it a little rough.

What would I want? Expect?

A kiss, a fight, a sorrow filled moment?

No. All is quiet upon my leaving,

And always sadly so.

Alas, amidst irreconcilable change; WE remain.

And I am contented as I go.