a dozen years, even –
i learned tonight
that’s how long it takes for love to run out.
spilled milk
i feel like i have no skin
peeled like a sweet potato
that mush you don’t like.
how do i make wings of bone and blood fly
without your ink outlines and paper support?
and all the things i hoped for
and all the things i dreamed of
are all the things you want now
without me
and the thing that burns
the thing that cuts to the core
is after
when we’re talking
and laughing
and there is the man i fell in love with
this is the man i’ve been waiting for
a dozen years, even –
and we could have had this all along
we could have been this
all along

you said once that jack the ripper was our song.
you were wrong. it was the ship song, all along.