Sepanx

The sadness we don’t speak of---

Sweet memories that

Leave sour trails after

Parting.

Tears block throat,

Gritting teeth should stop them from

Falling. Swallow

Words that ought

To shed that smiling mask

Or wet those cheeks.

A silent clamor is

Mothered by separation that

Smothered rib cages

And cluttered minds.

As your nostrils scream a

Constant reminder of

Her summer breeze powder, you

Bite tongue to suppress

The urge to break,

Tearing paper without

That crisp from tearing and

The wheels caressed

Uneven roads---

Sharp stones have pricked the rubber

Red turned green and

Deep ditch awaited right after.

The bump has been hit and

I have been defeated. Now,

Moving pictures

Through blurry windows

As wide as---

The world sees

Smudges

From damp eyes,

Vacant seat.

Empty arms.

Minutes ago,

She was just here.