You make me see the vacuum I've become. If I'm not
With you I'm home, listening to the water upstairs
Or fights next door. The sidewalks are covered in
Black ice that I slip on as I come running to
Meet you and come home late at night
Thinking we're a little closer.
On further inspection not much has changed. You're in
Argentina, you've come back. You want to see me,
See what's changed in a couple of weeks. It takes
Longer, I say, before we leave, and where
We are going you'll leave me to your friends,
Or friends of friends. I count the heads in the crowd,
Watch who's coming through the door. If I'm bold
I'll cut in on a conversation, maybe one of yours.
Say something disturbing, incendiary like "you
Should've killed him...and her, I'll do it for you,"
And disappear into another room.