Sans The Course

There was a dirt bike trail that belonged to a life that no longer belonged to us,

There was a dining room table with burns and scratches from dinner parties that died somewhere in this room,

There was a stain on the edge of the sheets, from a Tuesday night, when we made love to each other for the last time,

I do not know what that stain is, 
I only remember feeling its dampness when I stared at the lightning outside,
and you started going on and on about Manifest Destiny

There were clouds up in the darkness, impenetrable in their forcefulness, and illuminated because apparently everything could be irradiated with lightning in tow

I do not know why I love inclement weather,
Godlike in its wrath,
unforgiving when it comes to forgiveness,
the only thing that can comfort me in my solitude

There was a meager pencil that you loved to save for your better days,

There was an unfinished bottle of cologne in the medicine cabinet that I could not bring myself to discard,

There were expired prescriptions that made me wonder, if taken, whether things would have turned out differently

I do not know why I wonder,
why I wonder about us and how we had run so far,
how we had ran,
ran this course