My Home

Crying in this room
with a knife
to slice the memories
as I count
a million falling pieces
I crave the sanity
eating behind these walls
The chair
The lamp
Is all that's left
of your voice
that echoes the air
This will be
the only time we share
a melody of laughter
through plaster
Dripping
your ice-cold words
off the edge of cubes
that lube...
I grab another
as I think I hear
your key in the door

I open
taking hold the edge
railed in cement
from promises below
I close my eyes
with regret
of lingering words unsaid
and turn my back
to countless feet
as I slam your door
Falling to feathers
of minty flavors
No one to hear me cry
the hollow emptiness
of your goodbye

I wake
to a ring of rage
that says the wage
and hang my sign
on the door I close
of Do Not Disturb No More
I am
home alone again