a simple question
i wanted to ask her
if i still had a place
in her life
in her bed
on her couch
or are they now filled
without me
i wanted to ask her
if she still remembered
her favorite song
or if the words were lost
the beat shattered in her heart
like the breakfast plate
i threw against the kitchen wall
i wanted to ask her
if our music had died
when I slammed the door
this morning
when I left her standing
staring at the floor
a quiver upon her lovely lips
i wanted to ask her
if she would forgive me
just one more time
just like the last time
but her note on the mirror
written in lipstick said only
go to hell
copyright Jeff Reeve 2015
