The last words exchanged
Came quietly through the hotel window
I mistook the chill for the air conditioner
Until I realized the machine has been broken.
Soft sentences coming from a hardened heart
A contrast between soul and spirit,
And yet, they both manage to come together
Clashing violently in my core
As I try to make sense of your silence.
Maybe it’s not for me to know,
A question I posed but the answer
In the pencils on your desk
In the bottles of liquor scattered on my sheets
Or, in the clouds forming in our eyes
Draining our vision
Converting it into venom
A poison planted in our retinas,
Changing baby blue irises to virulent blacks
Unable to see what was in front of us,
Seeking the light instead of holding tight.
I know, I know,
You needed this
Here we now sit,
Communicating with hands rather than lips
The carpal tunnel setting in,
Wrists popping and thumbs tightening
As thoughts are converted to text
That neither of us can translate.