Toxic Waste

My mind can't play these games anymore
I cringe when you shut the bedroom door
the place we used to share our dreams
but now I don't know what that means

Darkness fills the empty space
and I'm sorry, sorry for the time we had to waste
it was real and so were you
but our dreams never did come true

Arms outstretched I feel the space
That filled my lungs with toxic waste
words that never do come true
images of me and you

Alone I'm complete
Alone I'm finally free
Finally free alone
alone, I'm not you, I'm me

This poem was written in July 2005, a year before I filed for divorce