David Estringel
It’s been a week
since you left
and tore a hole
in my atmosphere,
letting in
the gamma rays,
the end of days:
all in a haze
of tears and
holographic “I’m sorries.”
Was it you?
Was it me
that left
everything
broken?
For a new love to find?
To be cruel to be kind?
Escaping a bind
that catches the skin
like fingers of crushed glass.
I find myself,
standing outside
the home we made,
wishing these arms—those walls—
could hold you, again.
A chance to feel–
a moment to steal–
but our fate is sealed
with all being said
and done.
If only
I could evaporate
up
into the clouds
of that noon sky
and rain down
somewhere—
anywhere—
without a care
far, far away
from here.
David Estringel is an avid reader and poet. Writer of fiction, creative non-fiction, & essays. His work has been accepted and/or published by Specter Magazine, Literary Juice, Foliate Oak Magazine, Indiana Review, Terror House Magazine, Expat Press, 50 Haikus, littledeathlit, Down in the Dirt Magazine, Route 7, and The Good Men Project. He is currently a Contributing Editor (fiction) at Red Fez and editor/weekly columnist at The Good Men Project. David Estringel can be found on Twitter (@The_Booky_Man).
From Indelible Fingerprints, originally published by Cajun Mutt Press
