Static

I'm beginning to lose
your beat
The electricity
has turned to static
instead of heat
And it feels like
you have your back
against a wall
Would you even care
if my next fall
wasn't for you at all
I can feel
the question loom
not too high
above the room
where the smoke
never clears
As we breathe in deep
this empty space
is starting to seep
I've been mending
the hardening
of my heart
But those flowers
that once loved
to bloom
have already begun
to fall apart



-January/September 2018