dust on our love

dark clouds on the horizon

forbodings of bad things to come.

I slept with your sister

and the results of our sin,

a split in two,

is dust on our love.

I buried the cat,

you murdered with the car

it was meant to be me

dirt on my boots.

You kicked me out of the house

to wander the woods

desdained by you

dark clouds on the horizon.

I made a mistake

now I am soaked with rain.

CALDER WOLFE