life has been quiet

life has been quiet. i can hear

the

ocean from here.

we hold a requiem

for

him either way; he doesn’t

remember my poems.

yet, life has been quiet.

did you forget of me during

the day? a phone pings somewhere

that is not here, not here.

yet, life has been quiet.

she does not think of me

he doesn’t remember my name

or the shape that my pain used

to take between us.

i think often more often than i should;

how you left my pain here.

of all the promises i wish you

kept, it most devastating to break this one

it is most devastating

to have left me alone with my pain.

you sleep a full night

and i sweat in the heat of bedsheets

i have cleaned again and again and again.

blood stained mattress where

the fuck did i bleed from?

life has been quiet; silence between

episodes of mania.