Erykah Badu’s Bag Lady was playing in the background…

I am in the kitchen,

preparing coffee the way

you take it–

two sugars, one cream,

all love.

I do not remember the

moment I fell for you,

but I am certain it was

a quarter past insane

and thirty minutes before


you slide through the

open space of our

living room, freshly adorned

in honey and lavender,

*you showered without me?*

I ponder…

I look at you,

you have changed since

last night–

I can smell the stench

of us from hours before,

yet I do not recognize this face.

this face, it isn’t yours.

it has no meaning to me

any longer, and the gutted fear

rises up from my toes,

creeps to my heart,

and settles on my lips.

you kiss me and I cannot

return the favor.

I hand you the


two sugars, one cream,

all love.

you sip it,

I move to let you pass–

and watch a world

of familiarity crush

and land hard to the floor.

someone’s going to have to clean

up this mess.

©Tremaine L. Loadholt 27March16

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