You're Not There

Pour words over me

and all around, the ripples

rock the boat

I favour entropy

a slow decline, before I

have to go

Don't take it out on me

it's just revenge, and you're

the instrument

Your actions guarantee

an end to this, but

will you ever know?

And I walk home

as the sun goes down

and listen for your voice

But you're not there to call me

I forget sometimes

In the aftermath

I fall through stages, fitting

more of grief

Unrehearsed, they seem

to stutter past, a shuffled

deck unsheathed

Acceptance bows to discontent,

a sense of mourning

troubles me

Quick anger rears it's head

and settles down, replaced by

disbelief

And I walk home

as the sun goes down

and listen for your voice

But you're not there to call me