across the tide i can see the
faint green glow; it fades at
the bat of a lash, yet remains
cascading over the waves,
if i wait for that moment.
your pregnant glass spins
delicately, aerating the
spirits within in time with
the tap of your toes.
you strategize, confiding
in your wine. sighing to
the sky, eyes submerged
in saltwater, hiding a truth
that lies in the tide. we're
capsizing and still can't find
a smile in this swan song.
it's the tears that i feared.
now your vision is clear
and this house of ours is
a house of cards again.
unfaithful, and you
curtail every sigh with spirits
and more tapping. it isn't
until i catch that glow
that i know the habit of
your glass theatrics.
it was then that i put to
rest the dream i sold you
on. left you to hold your
grudge, as i walked out
of your life with wealth
of mind, and in debt to
my conscience.