I wrote you poetry

but the words broke apart beneath

your scrutinizing gaze.

I loved you.

But it broke apart beneath

your indifference.

You have changed my chemistry,

I walk around now,

inside out,

a different person.

Some days I dance in the light of that sun.


I curse your existence.

Who knew what it felt like to be


with thoughts and ideas,

ramblings and wonderings.

I sit in a chair

You are not here.

Is that easier or harder?

I have the rest of time to figure it out.