Clean

And just like that, we’re through
and I know I’ll never need
to make it up to you.
Because your cries
spread like fire
through my askew mind.
Because we are magnets
a positive and a negative,
Both fighting
our own impenetrable battles
while brawling in an unwinnable war.
Because the solitude your dejection gives me
is too shameful for me to bear
hence it hurts more to see you do so.
I can see in your eyes
The irony of your loneliness
that every part of your body is experiencing it together.
And as the water
rolls over me like honey
and suds of soap
a spindrift mousse
I know that we are over
And I might-,
And I will not make it up to you.