I'm dumped, on a leash
Dazed and tired
Walled up
like a 1930s municipal reservoir
sluices choked with weeds
I hold a snapshot
of your smile
as you hang by the door
and watch me depart
I predict it's a grin
that will turn toothless
when, eventually,
enchantress
turns
old
Yesterday
ripped by longing like it wasn't mine
I wrenched out some words
discovered what I wanted to say
And you, you were pleased to listen
Then, some lively moments in space
Open, like there was no power
that could ever drain the warmth
from our alliance
I watched you
spread around the news
of your conquest
And so, by the door
the feeblest of hugs
We know this is probably
the end