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.
Poetic Trials 