steamed windows

the true way

the only way

when the gig is over

love is done

is to pack up all your shit

move out the same day

don’t leave a note

be there when she comes home

say

this is over

give her the keys

& walk away

but no

we gotta have reasons

post mortems

discussions arguments

please stays

& all you wanna say

is remember baby

the days

when we steamed up the windows?

all that passion has long been gone

& today

I woke up

understanding

they were never

gonna come again

we go to see

this woman

I had something with once

felt things for I think

& she leans in

only a peck on the cheek

on the painted face

I’m searching for clues

now

where once

I presume

I felt passion

& she talks of how I was

with her

her friends

& the ghosts crowd in

I remember nothing

of her or them

though they feel

they owned

a part of me

enough to feel happy

about that dead past

Imperfect lover

I read

tried to read

the books

on how to be a better lover

with some there was

indeed

an oral exam

but no matter how I tried

this was never good enough

with lovers full of

do what you want to do

the lie

it’s all about you baby

& the chapter

on how to deal with

what to do with

the whispered in ear

fantasies during passions

were missing

or never quite clear