I Speak to Myself

Like a madman chanting verses

you leave this room
unflinching in your resolve to
finish the leftovers of our
broken hearts,
while I,
laugh in tears, in gay abandon

that I crush your spirit in my cruel hands
time and again, a cycle of rhythm
in despair
and you only look at me in silence
saying nothing as we sit
facing the sunset of tide.

I remember watching you leave
and that door-knob, you lightly press on
whispers your essence, a breeze
that still sings your song.

Then I speak to myself
as the woodpecker works away
till dusk
and leave my soul-less life

to go home to its mistress.