Borders

I need a mental meditation

to release this sense of mind.

A filled up bowl of water

without shores to break upon.

Lines to borders

crossing over and under,

without leaving a trail

behind.

Except when another

crosses over and under,

and retraces your steps

back to me.

I see her

behind the gaze of your eyes,

but ignore it

til’ she is dissolved

She never disappears

from the alcoves of your mind

and haunts your every promise

to me.

Fresh sap from a tree,

your secret seeps out

from the mouth

of my untold source.

My ears turn down

in denial and disbelief,

as your past is unsheathed

and exposed

I think back and remember

all our seasons together

that are now

disgusted pure fiction

From a lover. A girl.

Affixed to us both

who trespasses on love

with pure poison

I think why

do I hand my pain to her,

a disdainful rodent

hunting her prey

When you are the one

letting her scurry inside,

simply because you want

to play.

But I accept this gift

that you’ve both given me

With my arms out stretched

and two fingers crossed behind

And I walk away

with a smile on my face

knowing at least

I decoded your lie.

Listen to Providence

it knows me quite well

compared to you

it provides me with truth

I pray that you’ve learned

from this mess of a chapter

that you’ve written in

my book of youth.

I do not look back at the

home that we made

guarded with a square

of white picket fence.

For the borders are shattered,

lines crossed over and under,

and I’d be foolish to

return again.