At Odds & Loose Ends: A poetry Collection

Alice

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