Iscariot

The day was still, the leaves didn't move
and the world gave me the cold shoulder
as we rode quietly in the back of a cab
to the clinic to cure love's hangover

With a stone in my stomach I opened the door
a gentleman, a madman, a fool
and delivered my lie with a heartbroken smile
to the white coats, the butchers, the tools

the glances, the silence, the clock in the hall
the moaning and groaning and scraping of walls
the trauma, the blanket, alone in a chair
the blood stain and steel; the thought left somewhere

the walk, and the hate, and the one I betrayed
the cold, and the loss, of a promise we named
on the cab ride back home, we arrived far apart
her loss, unfathomable; while I lost my heart

e.12.17.2016