I Know

My sadness makes me quiet,

Reflective and numb

The cure is but a past time

Of what if,

what is,

what will.

Too frozen like the layers of icebergs

the color of aqua or

blue as your eyes that no longer journey to mine.

Your words blow out your mouth that register a growing disgust

like darts flying into a well-worn board. 

Take them out when they land. 

Throw them again and again.

The tracks of your truth hidden.

You think I don’t know

It’s all the same to me living as if I don’t.

But I know.


originally posted on 10/18/15