I know you never wanted me,
& hell I probably never wanted you either.
I’m just writing to the ghost of a memory
Gone by. A thought I can’t even recall.
You sat there in the corner of the room
Pupils glaring and glowing at me.
Across from me opposite smiling
& laughing across the table.
Having dinner, drinking and conversing.
And I wasn’t evening listening, my mind
Was elsewhere thinking of someone else.
You’re eyes & heart seemed genuine
But I guess my words never sank in.
You were my drug for so long… but now
I don’t even know.
If this poem is for you
Or someone else
I could write you another letter
Maybe even give it to you this time.
But the ink dries faster than my nerves shake
& it just isn’t worth it, after all
It was your sister
She struck me down
With thunder in her eyes
& fire in her mouth
You were just in the crosshairs
And fell prey to me next.
Roseanna… I’m not sorry
& I’m not even sure
If you are either.