Ah the beauty of being a poet; you can write about the craziest random shit without having to experience it. Read aloud, like a sing-along. You can sing aloud if it floats your boat.

I saw you today, at the top of the stairs

Watching me, watching you

As I tried to remember

A way to forget

All the other things that, as a pair

We saw together

Besides this moment

When I am killing you

I see you watch me

And you see me watch us

As together we create a memory

Of the death in us, in the death of you

Besides this moment

When you are watching me

Watching you

Watching me cry

For myself, in your eyes

Since I killed what was us

And I cannot understand

How I could change you

While you watched with me

Allowing me

To pity myself

As if you could not help it

Or perhaps you loved me

Dangerously

Besides this moment

At the top of the stairs

I thought you were dead

And you are, and you’re not

In this moment of watching

My spouse, my child, my parent, my lover

You were everything to me

And I to you

To us

We toast

As I take your hand with trust

And we dance with closed eyes

Dead tired of watching

Crack your knuckles, reviewers, and tell me who you think this person was talking to. In form of review. Or in form hundred dollar bills, if you have any handy.