That’s all.

I gaze at your lusty hands,

bold, yet indifferent.

Great lumps of flesh grabbing at flesh

until bruises form like rainclouds.

Skin pinched,

holding your imprints

in memory

of you and our time together.

That’s all that’s left.

If you’d stopped to ask me, I might’ve said yes.

But yes wasn’t a code needed to crack the vault open.

Not to you.

Everybody is somebody

is some-body

Every. Body. is. Somebody

And I count the times, on one hand,

when I felt like somebody around you.

In those moments

the room blurs into soft focus.

Extremities reach for promotions

and glass ceilings.

I’m dancing amongst the flames, but you seek me out.

Unafraid to burn.

You’re watching only me.

Were.

We’d tumble into bed,

giddy and uninhibited.

Whisky lips and heavy breath

echoing lyrics,

melodic beats pour through the speakers.

I’d have given you my passwords,

given you the sky,

if I had it in possession.

Thank the moon and stars that I don’t.

A meteoric tumble into nothingness.

Once thick distain rings empty and hollow.

Your smile, flecked with gilded malice,

warnings fired behind fiery eyes,

and I’m dancing in the flames again.

You’re watching only me.

…were.

I hope you were. Because whoever she is now,

she doesn’t deserve cold, relenting hands

disconnected,

pasted onto a fractured body.

That’s all that’s left.