I'm trying to recall
How it felt to have
A country home in your arms
The scent of your cologne
Blinds the fiber of my being
A party as the world ends
The beat of your heart
Unsweetened lemonade
On the tongue of my skin
I used to excite your molecules
False oxygen in your brain
Fired by the microwaves of touch
Is there a space for me
at your table for two
I make coffee for you
in the A.M.
Like you were real
Like you're not in my bones
Wear not my crown, the one I bought you
To hide your gray hairs
That I didn't mind as much as you
Eighteen months later
Love heart like water into the gutter
Echoes on the empty McMansions
Slinging profanity, vain words
Of the love and devotion
I used to feel, about us
About you, you selfish cunt
When all I wanted was you
That's all I ever wanted.
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