Falling Out
slipping away
growing apart
breaking down
falling out
the need to cry
lost your minions
of lovers and friends
swirling down the drain
to their slimy new home
away from your clean
scrub
call some, or
write some, or
grow some, or
pay some
the ones you used
won't call you a whore
but, use you for one
lacking a vital vitamin
nourish yourself on god or sex
the missing heart
beat
no fixing that
what a way to go, though
keep writing
keep crying
keep waiting
keep holding it in
tape it up tight
tell yourself
it's no sin
he's the one who feels similar
give yourself away
machismo wanes
minus high heels
before you know it
you've gone full circle
again
Copyright © 1999 T. Masami Tadehara
