And Then I Go the Furthest Off

I have moved my fingers off

The cautious glass of your heart

There was nothing there but a barrier

 

It leaves me standing there

As I turn the keys, for the last time

Dropping them on to your kitchen table

 

With an unlikely thud

My stuttering returns, my trembling

For your merchant smile goodbye

 

The scam of my vulnerabilities fled

Like the lies of creation’s hospitality

I fumble for my nerves, breaking rush

 

Of blood against my ears

I laugh the wooden laugh, before

I turn to go, little did I know

It would be the very last time.

Reviews

[L]

Very well expressed. The imagery and attention to detail makes it very easy to picture and, more importantly, feel :)

[Prolific In Verse]

Thank you Love. I have to assume that L stands for love.