You're bone dry
He says
2006
The summer, was the last time
I laid eyes on you
Awkward & tense
Like we'd never
Sullied ourselves on the
Unswept office carpet
Before
Like you never whispered
Your love
In hot breaths
Between tears at midnight
Before
Like you'd never wondered
What our child
Our family
would become
And he wonders why I can't
Stop crying
Amidst the stumbling words
And the vodka-produced
Overreactions
I'm trying my damnedest
To make a life here
In love and not hope
Or desperation
But lately it's seeming like
Twelve of one
Half a dozen of the
Other