Released

Two years,
minus one or two months,
you know, give or take.

Some how woven
into every tapastry of my daily life, he was.
Stuck, somewhere between agape and arrows.

My tounge
and the inner cavities of my mouth
were forever stained with the build up of film
that was left behind after dropping his name.

Like most leos
he required the sun to forever shine
in the cast of his shadow,
and I allowed it.

My ear played a stage
for the rasp that rung from the pits of his gut.
Yet he was gutless, completely hollow
I too became the same
when I heard the fierce dial tone
he left me with.

And it echoed in my heart.