You are my loose ray of moonshine.
Even if you deny me, you still belong to me
I am your first. And you are mine.
Every touch- every glare- every sigh:
Can love ever be healthy?
You wilt under the pressure of unconditional
When all that you’ve ever known has been transactional.
And so you leave.
No note, leaving
Fading ticket stubs,
Dried out tea bags,
The wobbly doorknob,
All untouched and forgotten.
Like a sickening lullaby,
The quiet echoes of whispers and promises
Are cut off by a vivid image of you:
Red, puffy eyes glistening with tears of hurt
Mouth listing all the good I’ve given up on
Face simply radiant with anger
I reach out towards you-
But can’t even reach your shadow, as it thins away into the night
I retract strained arms
Casually pretending that I haven’t spent all night dreaming of
The day when I’ll finally catch that waning, taunting shadow.