No Contest

When you left me, I decided that I hated static electricity,
the ideology behind such a phrase made no sense to me,
and if I thought good and hard, which I often did,
it had also disqualified the entire semblance of this existence of ours,

I spent many sleepless nights in our unwashed sheets,
then kneeling by the bedside to ask for some rolling thunder,
some lightning beyond the clouds that were clouding my window,
anything to illuminate and undo this silence

I watched the blinking cursor on these blank pages of mine,
wondering why your absence was so intoxicating,
and in the early morning hours,
just when the moon was descending into its sarcophagus,
I found myself curling my fingers and grasping this comforter,
that was anything but,

The apparition of you weighed heavy on your pillow,
so I let you sleep there for years and years,
until one day,
on a cloudless Sunday, I pled with these broken parts,

I thought about my circumstances,
and I realized I could get up and out of this fetal position of mine,
this rumbling coil of habit I had gotten myself into,
and I could just

roll over---