Interchangeable Relationship
I’m colourless and depressed-
disoriented inside this hell
you put me through.
Same masquerade
over and over again.
Two people existing
in an abandoned environment
not saying anything to each other.
You walk in a room
and my heart deteriorates-
into a unresponsive abyss-
of exile.
You called today
and told me your coming home.
Asked me how I felt about trying-
to minister the past and making
another start---
discovering the love we once had.
I close my eyes and my heart founder-
I collapse to the floor barricading out-
everything outside my head.
Don’t go there not again
you will be living in an asylum
of your own reckoning.
I thought these voices were dormant
and had finally let go.
I just whimper and descend pathetically
into the corner attempting to integrate-
into the eclipse of no more independence.
I’m colourless
and depressed . . .
