Ruminations

Remember that bed and breakfast we went to? With the white sheets that scratched your skin, The hotel service that always left the cart on the left side in the hallway, The frosted, broken glass of the windows ushering in the cold air outside, The fruit that was always riddling with black, unforgiving flies, Don’t you remember…honey? Hold still the clock Measuring us Our time together Seconds And minutes And then hours Send them flying away Backwards Flying into a nowhere land Where we can still be together We lay in the enfolding darkness Darkness, darkness, darkness Hidden we were beneath the bed sheets When you held me I didn’t feel you anymore I couldn’t touch you without feeling someone else At night, your silhouette was of a stranger One that I could not believe I let into my bed But we didn’t know it would be like that That I’d hate the way you put a strand of your hair Between your rough lips and nibble. How your voice reached an octave when you spoke to someone important (Your voice never reached that tone with me). The pain I felt when I realized that we were growing apart Two different people on two unjoining paths Barely connected by an unwinding red string. So today, I am here, Again. In the hotel that tore our binding hearts apart, Where our souls were broken, In the heartless shade of the trees. I was blinded by you. That morning I went to the dining room, Ordered a coffee, Read for two hours. The leaves bristled in the wind As the birds sang their chorus Hidden in the lofty trees. I could feel you in my heart Your presence unwelcome as I ruminated Over our relationship