like an empty glass, not cradled in your hand
instead left to stand on the table
drained of any value
nothing to hold, not held
hold me please, knock me to the ground
shatter me into a hundred cutting remarks and cruel intentions.
And then take off your shoes.

We've wasted time, but not enough
We're sober now, but still waiting
As the clock ticks away and i count down
The moments in my mind

What a struggle.
I struggle, dear, to find the words
to find the acts
to find the place
to find you

Hall

so this is where we stand
on marble floors beneath vaulted celiling
with our hearts in our hands

like pennies to throw in fountains
but they won't sink they just
float there as the water turns red and we wonder what mistakes were made
that could have led us along the worn path to this hall where we stand,
putting on a brave face, trying to control our trembling hands
connected to the bodies i brush against
the friction a minor discomfort on the path to the fountain
where i'll bathe in bloodied water just to wash away your scent