Iscariot

To bury my eyes blindly in your cold-shoulder – once more
Just to let you know I could function, still, after all that you’d done
You would straddle the man who loved you
Just to let him know that you still might too
And after all that I’d done…

As I heard the details of the act
Come seeping through the phone –
Four thousand miles into the future
I sat in a black chair and let a sad head fall
As I memorized the details of it all…

The night when you came home
I cleaned out your garage – no detail went undusted
I played movies in my head for days
Of what it had been like for you – with them
No good man breathes, unpunished…