Argument Hotel

I never said I had the answer

to every question

for your open mind hotel.

The address has been the same

no matter the response,

and we sit here waiting.

My head weighs heavy 

will all your sunken promises

until emotions avalanche

into teardrops and shouts.

There is never a good hour

for hot seats and poison apples.

Accusations fly faster

than airplanes

and betrayal moves slower

than apologies,

when we fight

I can only hope for healing

that each scar

tears away the decaying flesh

of your memory.

I never know the avenue

of your gaze, but I know

the coldness of your shoulder.

I leave the keys on the table

and wait for the taxi

to pick up the baggage

you gave me.

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