Reminisce


Do I really have to explain again?
Why can I not pull a U-turn
in the middle of my life
and fall back into your fetid nest
of nowhere promises?
Your vows are vacant---
Like dusty locusts skins,
empty dirty bottles,
caskets cradling soulless corpses.
You want to reminisce about the good days---
Which ones were those again?

Copyright © 2005, Angelia De Los Santos