When It Ends

On your stoop,
With the cracked concrete and rusted railings
Your menthol cigarette smoke staining my nostrils
The air of May creeping under my dress
And the dirt of yesterday beneath my fingernails

On your bed,
With the mint of your toothpaste on my taste buds
Your hands so noticeably far from my hands
The distance of a relationship immeasurable
And the sheets flowing off the edge

On your time,
With cancelled dates, missed opportunities
Your greed and gambling overtaking it all
The space in which I no longer occupy
And the realization that I am only alone when I'm with you

Poetry by Katherinee x
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Written on 2015-05-04 at 04:23

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Welcome back. I'd never read you before. These two new poems are outstanding. Keep going.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Excellent structure and writing! The mood is consistent and forlorn throughout. but building towards that final whack of a last line that I didn't see coming.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very good. I like the way each paragraph is introduced. It is structured so well.