I trace your letters into the oak
choke on the bark (and hope)
it will help me
find my way home
through your dark.
coffee stains my teeth and
I drown my lungs in smoke.
I need the “why” to become irrelevant
so I can break this covenant,
shake this pessimistic husk of myself
that’s been negligent since dusk.
the way we loved, the way we broke –
that’s all we wrote.