Returned Things

Returned Things

A Poem by Patrick McCombs

Its a rainy Tuesday afternoon
And the sun disappeared way too soon 
Watching crappy Tuesday afternoon TV
Sipping some weirdly named herbal tea
I hear my knocking
I start walking 
I open the door; your standing there
I try to remember how to properly breathe air
You look like you always do 
Your eyes that peculiar blue hue
The color of the sea right after rainfall 
Goddamn it all
You got a box in your hand
I understand
I take the box and throw it inside
You follow me in and I can't hide
We sit and adjacent chairs
The floor is the recipient of my dead stares 
My full name passes your lips
Like a specter slithering from the crypts
Memories rush back
A sudden panic attack
For an instant we lock eyes
I see past your disguise 
I see a stranger 
It puts my sanity in danger
I thought I knew you 
What was false, what was true
What was right, what was wrong
Was this you all along
I loved you before 
But now I'm going to show you the door
Out of my house and out of my life

© 2013 Patrick McCombs


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"My full name passes your lips" very telling line

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