Say It Straight

Say It Straight

The raven black hair of night

Quickly grew old and white with the youthful light of morning.

You were gone as quickly as my cigarette had ashed away

With one breath, with one puff, with one flick.
I thought to myself as I stayed on my side of the bed

You on your side of the world somewhere.

I hate this malignant pinings

you willfully express in obscurity to me.
I cannot and I do not know

How to treat this cancerous silence that now plagues us.
Your barbed words, your arrogant brush-off's.
What am I to feel?
To do?