Five seasons
have come and gone.
A war rages
between silence
and time.
For lack of evidence,
I maintain:
“Zero casualties.”
A battle of one.
In unpacking
memories of you,
I face the reality of
my hope versus the truth.
I fear that none of
life with you
was true.
I spent months
trying
to love you.
“I don’t think
we should try
to do this again.”
In the fight
between life and death,
your ambivalence
mocks my sincerity to you.
In the barren silence of my defeat,
spectators declare in disbelief:
“Death by treason.”
Headlines read:
“The first casualty.”