this morning, over coffee

this morning

my skin is on fire

the glow of past hurt 

illuminating a path 

to more pain. 

it's like swimming

against the current;

it's like asking you to stay 

when your feet have already hit the landing. 

Trying again is taking a space ship 

to another planet 

and seeing the same coffee stains. 

I am deeply wounded 

and you are gone.