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 rusted yearning.
As sad sheds
its skin regret finds ways
to tint my
mind steadily grey.
Love given
half-felt will ever tax
for trust
broken credit lacks.
Shoulders
must bear the resultant
ache as
truth of betrayal palls.
After you,
ready-packed, told me
goodbye it
began to rain credence.
No more
can be said about miss
than tears
at bedtime\'s insistence.
The chains
holding me sane break
so badly
at this time of day.