Nowhere

Cold has a taste

A leather glove forming new treatises

A firm slap, desire or disgust

Same face, same coin, spent and gone

The clean up on aisle three is a tease

A ruse, clever distraction

The forthcoming apocalypse ripening, imminent eruption

I look across the table

"You're done with me."

"Yeah."

"You keeping the dog?"

"Yeah."

If there was a victory, I didn't see it

The dull gratification, thinking only of ones self

I paid the tab and left to nowhere

Nowhere seemed the perfect destination

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I'll never be done with your writing Cee...everytime I come back from "nowhere" it teases me! Lol

[Poetic Beauty]

The end of this poem is like a punch in the gut or swallowing a boulder heavy and unmoving.

Many relationships end this way and how this situation came to be doesn’t matter. It’s the turning point and yeah nowhere to go and going nowhere. That’s how it feels emotionally and mentally