Nothing left to manipulate reality with.
All too clear as light descends and
Darkness swallows tears.
The dog down the street rapping,
While I let go of you….
Do you think he knew?
The blue sky transforms into a martyr as
The sun illuminates all that is wrong.
The smell thunder left behind becomes pungent once it’s realized
The rain washed away
All that seemed to belong.
Confused by cotton sheets and the
Fragrance love leaves to linger.
So much obviousness in fevered cheeks and mascara stains.