"It isn't her fault…"

It isn’t her fault
that our hearts fell from the stage
or that some impish god
pulled broken the strings.

Now it’s tar and tears, a new pavement

over the old road we drove:
intersections, car crashes;
dead love merging with the moonlight.

Those memories we made?

A bitter lick of blood
falling from the tongue of yesterday.

And they drip

drip
drip...
into a widening pool.

I hope it will end soon—

I prefer silence when forgetting you.

(From the book Wilderness & Love)