My Voices, My Dear

When you are gone

I shudder in the corner of my existence

They point at me

I stand strong to the accusations

Then they laugh

I wilt into the corner

Through the walls and through the floors

Alone

Alone without them

Without you.

Crisscrossing

The crisscrossing clash of tiny dishes fall about my feet

As an echo bounces off the walls of my own sweating intolerance

My palms have become cold

While the heat of my frustrations boils to the surface

I repress the tears rolling down my face

Pulling them back inside me if I only had the patience

The slam of the door silences your exit

And I slouch into the floorboards alone

Alone at last.