Surmising Inflictions

You dragged my hand towards nowhere

Your palms vanished into thin air

A downcast face has painted

Our surmising inflictions, collated

The broken mirror on my wall

Loud applause in curtain call

The tiny pieces show a montage

Now I walk the aisle wearing a corsage

I took a sip of your party beer

Perennial petals and dried out tears

All the promises had brought me here

Cascading our photos under a broken chandelier

The ink of this pen,

The letters I didn’t send

The door you open left me a hole

So I slipped my way to touch your soles

Sometimes being unanswered is the answer

Until you clear your head with a bad hangover

You had spit it out, “would you be the one?”

What a puzzle I thought I already won

But you left me at the back of your head

As they cheered under a mooncrest we once fled

Now a downcast place and wasted

With our surmising inflictions, collated