give it up (because...simpatico)

three times she left the house

hand prints ultraviolet, smudges

on the face of a ticking clock

following the blue line back, because

everything beautiful is broken

how quickly she forgot that

the music was not for her

his soft pulses of confusion

now misery personified, but

the walls will remember,

and watch him from now on 

"don't give your magic to the undeserving"

his words murmuring a loop 

past the graveyard in her chest

and out through empty hands, the

quiet remains of her spread 

delicately across his comforter 

she is simply not enough, but 

that dark pond was a mirror  

reflecting her light more

than just once, failure

oh failure, follow the thin blue line

© 10.5.2016 heather brager