I have no idea where this came from, I literally just wrote it. I confuse my own self sometimes.

Punchline

I stand still and empty, waiting for the

Punchline to hit my gut. The words themselves whole are

Innocent, innocuous but together they pierce the waiting room silence.

And I feel.

No tears, no anguish, no words.

No surprise.

Just nod my head and sign the papers and

Wait for your lights to go out.

But they’d been extinguished by the fire of our train wreck of a passion

Long before you jumped.

So I sit on our bed, inhaling the emptiness

And I’m still waiting.