Chains.
The chains
holding me sane distort
and break
at this time of day.
Memory seeps
out of sunset and turns
my heart
red to lonely\'s yearning.
As sad sheds
its skin regret finds ways
to tint
my sense steadily grey.
After you,
ready-packed, told me
goodbye
it began to rain fear.
Love given
half-heartedly will lack
for smashed
trust is not taken back.
But more
can be said about miss
than tears
at parting\'s insistence.
Shoulders
must shrug or hope falls
after
loud name-calling palls.
The chains
holding me sane break
their hold
at each folding of day.