A Present Tense
The skies a colder blue
a painting unfit for further detail
to a mind failing to accept facts
of a divorce.
It's over.
It is
sometimes I
imagine I see her
talking to another
in these crossword puzzle
streets vertical blind
alleys even its horizontal
structures mock.
She moves in a
dream state slow
vanishing when I get close
for her to notice
whiskey breath
in redacted black corners.
I shiver in my coat
not from cold
when he touches her
until I close my eyes
decry this madness
and turn back
when skies darken
like everything else.
I pass 2 or 3 bars ...
I'm no longer
allowed in.
Make way home
to slip the past
I need
a present tense
a present tense
but all there is
is what's missing.
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