But a Stain
Scars eventually fade.
Dust gets swept away.
The edges of this stain are blurry.
It lies right where my edges fray.
They think it noble,
How you suffer for your craft.
It's clear to me your fecundity
Is your life's cheap baggage,
With duct tape on the clasp.
Once, you could only sleep
With your laureled head cradled in my lap.
Your reversal of my fortune,
Doomed by your user trap.
Yeah, I'll recover and I may regain,
But your stain is still here.
Can't cover it and I can't explain.
Just when I think I've bleached you out,
It appears here once again.
Once for you I was tenderness,
Now I'm only my disdain.
Going gray, about a month of hair left.
Tell me aging lover,
Where are the spoils of your latest theft?
You were so easy to deconstruct.
I spilled your contents into the light.
You got nowhere to stay and nowhere to go.
I'm seduced by your latest plight.
Outwardly, I'm clean.
I am sanitized.
No evidence of my pain.
Only in the solitude of middle of the night, you push me off,
Your toxin in my veins.
Not really a sociopath,
You are more than a little vain.
You intruded on my life.
Chewed me up,
And left an indelible stain.
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