No Us Left

a poem from my book Luck`s a Liar

midnight’s a bastard,
whispering about another dawn with you,
but that’s a lie I stopped believing.

the day’s a cheap con,
stealing what’s left of you in the cracks of this room
your scent bleeds out like a wound,
your shadow hums the songs you’d sing.

I flick my cigarette at the wind,
watch the dark chew me up.

I’m not giving time my hours,
my breath,
my name
screw fate,
it can’t have me.

I’m standing in this quiet,
a hole where you used to laugh,
and the past can go to hell
it’s a broke jukebox, no tune left to tell.
it’s got nothing on me.
the darkness can rot like a bad joke,
time can choke on its own lies.

I’ve got a voice,
a fire in my gut,
and I’m not begging for what’s gone.
no breaking,
no wondering why the sun still shines.
I’m still here,
and there’s no us left to die.