the moonlit gravel driveway
hid a glinting house key
you met her in a shadowed bungalow
you made out on the staircase
glasses clacking faces
a decade later peering down below
pair of hands push on your back
breaking off the branch
rush of wind, crack of black
you had nothing left she needed
so she took your favorite nothing
you shove the rancid story on a shelf
in bitter brine you’re brewing
acidic feelings curdle
you set the bones to mending by yourself
pair of hands push on your back
breaking off the branch
rush of wind, crack of black
breaking off the branch
you raised her high among the leaves
sunning in the elevation of your family tree
that’s your body mangled on the stairs
oh you never saw it coming
you couldn’t see it coming
pair of hands push on your back
breaking off the branch
rush of wind, crack of black
breaking off the branch