talk to me as if i’d died

all that ambiguity put aside

tell me that you hate the way i judge

the way i never sit to eat a meal

spit out your frustration for every late night as your eyes are closing

when i rouse your insomnia 

then drop off to sleep

list those things that drive you mad

those packed-away tidbits

washed down with your morning coffee

sworn off while walking the dog and

spit out those chewed-up syllables 

the ones you ate with your toast

the ones you were saving for 

later and later and maybe never 

talk to me as if later came and went

and left you holding your heart in your hands

talk to me as if it’s all over

so we can begin

again