I Ruined a Good Thing

stitched, set and drawn;

 I shook out the linens last night

to make sure you were gone; 

you put down a little fight

but broke with the dawn; 

I’m getting weary despite

the strength of my wrong,

 and it’s coming along now.

I watched you slow down,

 I broke faith with you,

we plowed it into ground, 

but we were too lonely to 

forsake our crowns -

 splitting nail and tooth

to extract only an ounce

 of documented time.

we were but fish in mud despite

 imaginations harbored

in us since our prime; 

we looked to our starboard

for tremulous respite;

 anchored half-hearted,

  forever condemned to slacktide;

 I will remember our prow.