“Having a Domestic with an Inanimate Object”
It left hidden in the full moon’s glow,
driving into the open and out of my sight,
and I was all alone,
and I felt so damn lost and stranded.
Whenever you called, I was never far away,
purging my reserve just to preserve you day by day.
In your every photograph there was only error—each reflection broken,
but in those images I saw something greater.
I gave you shoulders to stand on,
a roof above your head.
I gave you the confidence to stand up,
and your mouth the right words to speak.
I gave my every word to stay by you
and opened up my heart,
and you gave me a door and a shove
and made me taste the pavement.
You’ll be looking out your rearview mirror for the rest of your life,
seeing those reflections of a self you cut with a knife.
I never knew I’d been betrayed until you shut the door and walked away,
made dreams return to being dreams and memories gain a sour taste.
Stop lingering on this ground: it speaks too much about what was.
This isn’t your home anymore.
There’s no time to waste.
You’ve got a brand-new face that every boy on every corner knows.
I’ll pass by you, used up and alone, as you come undone.