In a place that I have grown
accustomed to...

You're supposed to look back,
with a wry and knowing smile...

My bed was so much warmer with you here.
when your arms held me...

I went away.
there was more i knew i needed to explore...

Then do we find peace?
when the chips have fallen...

I wrote a million poems for you today
but i crumbled them and threw them all away...

Eating poison because it tastes so sweet
until it hits my stomach...

We are all just walking wounded.
Nursing these unhealing sores...