vii.

reprieve

....

i bought myself a pack of cigarettes

something else to help me forget

i needed something to wash it out

the unrequited taste you left in my mouth

my coffee is black

as your lies are white

you've left just enough unsaid

for me to make it through this night

so kiss my skin again

and i will try to pretend

that this means as much to you

as in me, i have allowed it to

your words are different

its the tone in which you speak

your heart is open

under the protection of these sheets

but dawn comes too soon

and i'm left alone in this room

now ravaged is my soul

from your haphazard swoon

so i'll gather up my things

and quietly leave

but left behind is my heart

with a note of its reprieve

and now, hour by hour

and moon by moon

my heart hopes for you again

yet, days turn to months

and months turn to truth

i will never see you again

-me