
Poems and Short Quips - 32. The Detritus
Each morning with the rise of the new sun,
I seek solace on the back porch,
Meditating and evaluating the rubble in my lap,
Wondering when it all came about:
the discontent
the wandering eye
the restless indiscretions
I fear it may have been there all along,
your skillful façade gaslighting my intuition,
Expunging my better judgment, bullshitting me
Such blatant disrespect for the Life we built together:
piece by piece
brick by brick
kiss by kiss
your proclamation that it wasn’t me, it was you
Was but a cowardly excuse, bereft of comfort
For how can I not doubt my place now…?
you extinguished crucial bits of me, quick and heartless
Without regard to the ensuing impact:
the fallout
the detritus
the gaping crater
Now, as I numbly pick through the scraps
Seeking evidence of trust and honesty
I am reminded that a Life paramount to me
Was but a place for you to exist in the interim
Until something better came along.
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