The exquisite beauty of your pain keeps me awake,
each line on your face
bought and paid for,
snorted and imported.
Gone now, your clothes are strewn about.
Your dresser smeared with spittle,
shoes have parted company, have stepped away.
The bed bugs miss your taste,
An unimpressed pillow lies forlorn.
I touch where once we laid, stalactite tears hang over me.
Wherever you are I hope it's happier than this.
I shuffle final demand envelopes like a magician,
the trick is to escape all this
to walk away and out of love.