It’s time I took your hand
and we turned our backs
on all of this.
It’s time we walked
out in the rain
away from what we made.
Secret life
and sacred space.
Demon haunted
avarice.
No escape from what we say,
as long as we remain.
Sunrise comes up
every day,
and we repeat the same things,
do what we did yesterday
and pray for change.
It’s okay
for a little while,
until the pot
comes to a boil,
and your sad and angry tears
hit the floor once more,
and the darkness
behind my eyes grows.
How else could I show you
how much I love you,
than to take your hand
and turn our backs
on this dream
that never was?
The only noises
we hear in this house
are the whispers,
of the ghosts
of our
haunting disappointments.
I’m to blame,
and you’re to blame.
The only way
away from this place,
is our two feet
and the will
to finally break the circle,
that we seek to complete
with every revolution
of the day,
every repetition
of the ways
that made us fall in love,
but made us both insane.
I think I could take your hand
and walk away
any day,
now.
HG – 2021