Phylogenesis

We showered together, you packed up and said goodbye,
as the last light in Ohio beamed down from on high.
I won’t see you again,
but remember bloodstains on your teeth.
I won’t see you again,
but absence hurts the least.

The meal is done and over
but nobody turned off the stove,
when the whole house burns to ashes I’ll
have nowhere left to go.
The people who can hurt you most
are the ones you think you know,
and the wounds that dig the deepest
give the greatest scars to show.

And I’ll still be dwelling on this
Ten thousand years down the line,
I will search out traces of love for you
like seashells in crushed lime.

Leave a Reply