Step

outside

you

called

look to

sky

see

me

smiling

at you

I

see

April’s Moon

it’s

me

you

said

me

glowing

for

you

Silence

was

once

a

respite

from

laughter

or

passion

now

it

hangs

between

us

heavy

wet

blankets

we

both

say

words

trailed by

elipses

this

silence

is

deafening

like

the

howls

of

the

damned

in

hell

We

drove

to the

end

barricaded

it

stopped

no more

street

just

land

stepping

from the

carriage

we

stand

knowing

that

what

brought

us

here

cannot

take

us

there

if

there

is

where

we

wish

to

go

Morning

still

here

thumb

prints

on

stemware

lip

prints

too

long

legs

of

Burgundy

drape

rotund

glass

cologne

hangs

drawing

wettened

fingers

round and

round

hearing

tone

yesterday’s

night

haunts

today’s

morning

It was

perjury

when I

promised

you I

would not

fall in

love

I lied

to you

that I

did not

think

of you

admission

is not

kindness

you said

it is

a

sentence

you

you said

I must

serve