i called for you
and you didn't come.
it bears
repeating:
i called for you
and you didn't come.
impossible for this to be
a true betrayal,
girl with your red blood mouth
and your hair as dark as a memory.
when we owed each other
nothing
beyond my obsession.
ergo there must be some point stuck
still
deeper than this
and broken off
at the hilt,
lost
to its handle.