TheCourtRose

I've been cheating again Seduced by yet another book of blank pages with a harem at home, untouched Coveted so compulsively until their replacement is found Perhaps infidelity is too harsh a charge? Polyamory is the rule of the day For I do not love any book less, but simply crave the equal difference of other Perhaps, I love you too much, dear ones Not wishing to mark upon your free flesh with imperfect thoughts Besides, it is those that feel my hand who are eventually discarded at their fill To avoid the pressure of pen is to preserve your own existence, after all I wish I could say I will stop, but we all know I won't You'll simply have to find it within your pages to forgive me, and pray you never truly keep my attention

Driving snow All that's left of me steering the wheel Mercury retrograde having its way Ghosts in the wind, trailing fingertips across the windshield

Miss you most when I'm walking Your song, playing from another room, gone silent A background I counted in beats Always there I don't feel it until the noises stop When it's just me and the quiet- without you

Pulled every drop of clothing from the closet Untangled each shoe and belt Yanking forth to the living room floor to sort and organize and groom Jackets, scarves, knick-knacks and what-nots Realizing how much is stored away like a manic squirrel in winter terror Anything and everything to keep from remembering, from empty idleness seeping through Busy hands fighting back insistent thoughts, ignoring the bullet hole A lead lodged so deep there is no removal- You are not coming home, but at least the closet is clean