Wave Goodbye.

As usual,

tonight

I am there,

with casual fingers coursing through my casual hair.

With nails

being buried

beneath my spine.

Oh, the blackness is sublime (and it's all mine).

And I wonder just where you were,

when the blackness in my head turned upside down.

Oh, the ceilings became the floor (waved goodbye),

and nothing has been the same since then.

I see you turn

away from

me,

and I bear the curse. I bathe my head in treachery

to wash away

the sin

of my pride,

my silent silence (inside). 

And I wonder (with longing hands on my longing head)

oh, what it's like to be a little more together in the head.

I find myself as a supplement,

a sacrifice for a sacrament.

But what my soul was found lacking in:

that was bountiful in you.