
Universe Bound

What part of it mattered, Sir Universe?
What part of it shifted your dust any closer to mine?
What particles of us loved any more or lied any less when we looked in the mirror each day?
What caused us to trifle with Truth?
Frozen days are coming.
Darkened days, at full throttle, now.
What pieces of our hearts remain to force the thaw?
What sadness, were we to be, or not to be, content with the cold.
I’m no girl next door
I’m no saved Cinderella
I’m just God’s daughter
Unmanaged sadness, wearing a mask of unfelt smiles and laughter
Living with abandon as a chronic stranger to his own self
“Who am I?” unasked upon those too-proud lips
Exhausted from a stealthy, auto-pilot ego and the damaged relationships in his wake
Breaker of a million promises to us and to them and to who knows who else
Stealer and murderer of lyrics, of sentiment, of children’s and women’s hearts
Misappropriator of my very convictions to himself
Not my best friend despite his feigned, expressed desire
Sans a goodbye, claiming he’d leave his options open
Walked out on me lo’, that hard August day
And it’s October
And I’m okay