His name was Alice
His syrupy eyes
stuck to everything
and I was a sucker for
sweets
His upbeat body
was somewhere else in spirit and
he was much too honest
to treasure himself in any way
I loved him a lot,
and I didn't
The secret behind my headaches
were his sufferings. Undeniably.
In the evenings he would gasp
and picture himself a better man
It didn't guilt me to leave him;
not like it should have
But I stayed for my conscious
and my sweet tooth
One early morning,
I found rope and sunlight
leaking over our bed sheets
Alice didn't speak to me
He never would again; but
in that terrible silence, he accused me of
abandonment. I didn't blame him
I don't know if my heart broke
or I expected this and the like
I closed my eyes and dozed off
and my Alice turned there in the fiery light, alone again
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At Odds & Loose Ends: A poetry Collection
PoetryPoems new and old that didn't fit into other collections or were out for consideration at the time. All of my loose ends.