Back with another poem from the archives. This one I did not change/revise. I still really like it. And apparently, I was an angsty young twenty-something (although to be honest, I still kinda am. Angsty, not twenty-something).

Tango for the Blameless (2003)

Te quiero amor grande, imposible

Con todo su corazon y toda mi vida

Pero no es posible

Estamos muertos

Es tu culpa

It’s your fault that we’re over

Finished before we began

A handful of cliches all that remains

So simple an action

Or lack thereof

The absence of words spoke loudly in the silence

(see, it has become an oxymoron)

You could have said something

To make up for all the words that I did speak into life

You could have

But didn’t

I wanted to take back the words

Catch them from the humid air that invaded the car

And stop their movement to your ears

“I don’t think this will work… us… we aren’t right… in this way…”

I wanted to swallow the sounds, choke on the phrases

And say something else

Less offensive

Less demanding

Maybe then the silence would not have mattered

Or maybe it would

We’ll never know now, because…

Because I couldn’t wait

Didn’t know how to stop my lips from forming

Into the death of our being

I killed us that day

And it’s your fault

Es tu culpa