Broken

My hands and knees, raw with supplication

My path, a trail of blood, of broken words

My lips and tongue drip with apologies

I give over my soul, you ask for more

You leave, without a glance, without a word

Me, a shell, a void, clutching your shadow

Depression

Disappointment drips off walls

In the cavern my soul once lived

Pushing, I search the dark

For Solace, Light, Reprieve

Stumbling, my will

Struggles, Flickers, Dies

Crawling, pulling

Over boulders of failed love

Straining, the wind crushes me

Messages of worthlessness

Traveling, black icy waters

Lick my feet

Slowly, silently, I slip

Returning to the earth

Without a goodby

Without a whimper

Without notice.

If we were having coffee, last night’s confessions spinning in our hearts, empty wine glasses on the floor, fire embers smoldering,

If we were having coffee, morning sleep in our eyes, sun streaming through blinds, bird song in the distance,

If we were having coffee, snug in our pajamas, dog curled in your lap, kitten threading my legs as I pour,

If we were having coffee, you here with me, in this very place, I would tell you, for you, I am grateful, and I would tell you I love you.