22 July 2009

Pretence

veins of ice

These words are not to say
I do not care because I do
they are because the place
you were is anywhere but
here; aired pretence no-
longer bears me up or cheers
my anxious countenance

I’m sensitive to change as you
well know, this coolness takes
some wearing even though
it isn’t new; back when you
first declared this newly gelid
state I was prepared to learn
to succour too

Today you made it clear whose
space was wasted when you
tore apart all semblance of a
heart that cared; if life within
your veins of ice occurs then
where the flow constrains we
lie a stolid state interred
© 25 May 2009, I. D. Carswell