the last thing i said to you

the last thing i said to you is don't leave me here

submission is a game
we played
until our knuckles bled
and our hands resembled
branches seared
by lightening

it continued to rain
long after the
breathing stopped

invisible, i pace the room
playing hide and seek
with the cracks in the wood
poking my fingers through
to touch the wind

silence is a necklace
the smell of you lingers
on my underwear
i strip down
until all thats left is shame
in puddles on the floor
and traces of a song
smeared across the walls