Subtle Tear

Subtle reminders of you

in every crevice of my house;

ghosts and whispers,

late night sex,

cigarettes.

You said my words were

erotic gold

but I gave them away

to someone else one night

after you were already long gone.

I got in the door,

a little bit drunk

and hung over from you.

Lace and leather,

denim and satin,

delicate and strong,

vagabonds move on.

Cigar smoke in the same room

where we fucked

wild and free

now look at me.

Say it never meant a thing;

I know when you tell a lie.

There was a time

I would do anything for you.

Tonight I want to drink

until I forget,

maybe call him up again,

somewhere to run to.

Endless highways, silly love songs,

wedding plans, a soft touch,

what the hell is the difference anyways?

In the end it seemed

we were no more than

brushing hands,

lovers not meant to be

cause the truth is

I don’t need you anymore.

Subtle reminders of you,

poetry draws a tear

but only one this time.

I stand a little taller,

I’ll get a little stronger,

I’ll love a little deeper

next time

but for tonight I would

take him to my bed

just to forget about you,

fill the same room with smoke

from a different fire.

I don’t need you anymore.

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