The Wet Stain

I said you are
The best thing in my life
So why’d I leave?
Like it mattered
Not so far

You looked
Like a roadkill smear
Crushed, mushed
Crow feed
On the ground

The wet stain
An unremarkable moment in time
The life strain
A spike dusting rock so fine
Your refrain
A familiar brain-soaked brine
Ingrained
Even souls could not define

You said I was
A causal loss
A trance, no plans
Who said
I ever knew your way?

I felt
An ice coat sore
And to you
Who never
Tried to understand

The wet stain
An unremarkable moment in strife
The hard strain
A spike splitting love from life
Your disdain
A familiar brain-soaked dive
Collapsed vein
No blood could arrive

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