You, who has as many alibis as enemies,
still rake across the tired paths we created long ago.
Dragging Charon’s stick, your smile, full of blacks and bony whites,
Still haunts the very image I once held in such regard.
You came in twos this time. Your split
found me first at fifteen and again twice that plus five…
I saw you in both eyes.

And yet. I let it play.

Go guard your gate.
You are not worth the hate or love you consume in this lifetime or any other.
How many lives will it take?
Five or fifty? Five thousand times ten?
Before this glass passed between us is done and done again?
I spilled it out and found it never-ending until I found the heart to say
You are nothing. I am Enough.

It ends today.