Light outside snapped and dipped
around the old stone
clipped clean manicured lawn.
i had to look up to meet your wild hurt gaze
your fury at the top of the staircase
i had to look up to see your yellow hair
around your face, in needle thin rays of light
strobing out, away
picking up the little currents of your emotions like electricity
i met her silent confrontation with my own, the last day.
my own quiet, silent plea
to please, understand me.
i collect your things, I collected them
to understand how we could be so different
The things didn't last, but the image of your yellow hair and the betrayal