For Koala
I am the dizzy ceiling fan,
You are the glare off of the opposite wall,
Our love lies in its crumpled up body,
Offering mostly, nothing at all.
We are the elected audience,
Pretend-making amends,
People, who visit look at us curiously,
As though, we're still staying friends.
All the while, your glare gets dimmer by night,
As my pace steadies,
And we try not to fight over,
What we've lost already.
Reality surfaced like a dizzy child,
Onto the floor collapsing like a doll,
And that my love is what changed,
Everything that was small.
You chart ahead, apathetic,
Measuring distances like meals,
You hardly pay attention,
To the way that body feels.
In its soundless clammy state,
Fever ascending through nerves,
The paralyzed victim of betrayal,
From a love he failed to preserve.
No one knows exactly when,
Things began to fall,
We all watched the nurse's gestures,
As the sheet folded over his face,
Her solemn footsteps echoing down the hall,
And that my love is what changed
Everything, that was small.
You are left in the corridor,
Your glare aimed at a window,
Where your cigarette smoke plays with light,
I have stopped spinning, I have found respite.
My heart signals out its last call
As I abandon everything I loved once,
That was small.
