Skeletons no more

Like a ghost long given life

fighting each shallow breath in err

hollowed, harried, and haunted

love will never satisfy the emptiness in her

in her lonely deperation,

she clings tight to that bitter tear

make up streaming the length of her face

leaving black trails of staining smear

like a drunkard in a midnight choir

life has always played her a bit off key

one stanza shy of a full verse

I am not sure if I should cry for her or me.

She hung her coat in the closet

next to the skeletons I left behind

like a second skin long ago shed

I took hers and replaced it with mine.

Surely tailored to a custom fit

after all I have put her through

There is no I in the word team,

but plainly.. I can find a simple you

I find no happiness here, she whispers

pulling the suitcase from under the bed

silk lined and packed with her very best

there's no room left for hurt in her head.

I find no happiness here, she repeats

echoing a sentiment long held true

whether or not it's meant to hurt

it's a sentiment long over due

Today is the day she's leaving for good

one could never change her aching mind

no sense fighting a battle I lost long ago

even if I could I wouldn't know where to drawn that line

As fast as she came in, she was gone

leaving just the dust collecting under the bed.

Much like the memories we shared, fragmented...

a collection of fibers, lint, and pieces of thread.

I wished her a fleeting adieu

to the sharp slamming of the apartment door

she took it all, her coat, her suitcase, my skeletons,

leaving my closet empty once more.

Reviews

[KAREN]

This was so sad! The emotions really flow as well as the poem. Love the name and how you came to the ending, it all fit together .