Collapse

I will not hit you
Or punish you although you ask me to
I will not
But I now think about it at times
There’s an unsettling here and I don’t
Know what to do to keep it at bay
I don’t know right from wrong anymore
But I wanted to keep you with me in
Every way, but I can’t
But still I recall with faintness your hair
And the sacrilegious words that would fall
In the deadest of air
It was not from violence
Nor abandonment
It was just collapse
There was a whiskey bottle in her purse
That we would take to the movies or into shows
And in the back, in the darkness, we would kiss
And that’s what I’ll remember of you