Lament

Fingers bleeding
from grasping at
the straws of
our misbegotten
failing
relationship.
Connecting the
dots of each
and every
betrayal
like a child’s
evil game.
The art
of salvaging
plundered lives
and loves
beyond the likes
of me.
Waving goodbye
to the gently
drifting
wreckage of us
as it slides
away.