Relying on you to find answers, if there are any, I concentrate on questions.
You won't say what it was you found missing between us,
so now I always see endings.
Invented futures
drag me down.
Your words
were
stones.

What
is
missing
lies hidden.
Protected from you.
I look for problems in shadows,
poisoning the wine before euphoria can win.
I'm intoxicated by hysterical prophecies you know will never come true.

Am I frightened of fear - a neurotic circle repeated in perpetuity?
I tried to leave while I could, before it was too late
but pride dislikes easy exits.
It stood back and blinked –
dropped anchor
stranding
me
here.

Am I restrained by self-made chains, locked in my condemned man's cell with no hope of escape,
scared of a deeper circle of Hell beyond these bars?
You shrug and answer with coffee.
'Time to stop playing
these endgames.
We've missed
the
end.'