reeds that share the blame

intuitively I knew her name
saw her knelt down in front of me
as headlights flood a broken design
the constant droll of memory

we walked along the edge of an ephemeral complacency
with a reality of no dots to connect
no poles to enthrall us
no way to reference the contrast
as this appropriated language has weakened itself with want of excessive expression

I'd say it was nice meeting her but
it only inflamed my sense of loneliness
pulled down a curtain of ambivalence
that kept me steady during the day
and now I'm without defense

light creeps under the door
and I listen intently to the fan circling
an analogue to my efforts
I simply want to let go

each writing I finish
with no initial intention
manifests as nothing more
than a deathwish's expression