The Real Reason We Left & Quit


She got back from a trip
that took her off the face
of all she knew and wasted.

It was 7 months that saw her gone
into the frightened room
of darkened doom.

Rows of pine laid your path
down into woodland maze
clear sky, pine branch, upward gaze.

Wood pile high in the season of cutting-
blood on the wrist and lipstick’s smudge,
followed by those you wish to forget.

Open that door into radiator warmth,
squint into the light that saw you blind,
come back onto the face and walk behind.

She got back from a trip
that made us forget
the real reason we left and quit.