All Is Fare
It cost me fifty dollars
to exist in this city
I could no longer
watch my thoughts
become the outline
of fear on your face
My teeth began to chatter
as I put my car in park
Spring was making
promises it couldn’t keep
I worried that without you
I would lose the intensity
in my life, no more yellow lights
The enabler of never being
content
I no longer believed that
it was both a gift, rather than
a suffering
What was eating us inside
took you by spoonful
but drained my emotions
with a strainer used to empty
every last bit
I could no longer run on E
rather my headlights began to
display what was waiting
for me here
