Irony

Irony

I awaken missing you and wishing 

you were here

Then realize you are 

somewhere else wondering if 

You could somehow tolerate 

being around me.

You always lived with one hand 

on the doorknob,

A mental valise packed

And things never mentioned

Now become faults 

And the fault lines become chasms.

This was your idea, you remind me

Over and over again,

            Like some mantra of absolution,

But you got in the car.

John Michael Hurt   11/15/19