The last 3 letters of the spring

Where are you going
now that the kids are sleeping 
and the boys are cheating on themselves?

Is the yearning fading 
‘cause the hell is burning? 
I might miss your face, yk.

Had you seen the lights dimming
when the hope was shrinking;
when the week was ending and the month, and then the year? 
I heard the glasses clinking
almost there
there forever 
there to feed all the hungry ferals?

Had it mattered? 

There is no way to know 
now that the lights are blinking
and all your shades are slinking
I didn't even notice but
there I was
there I was 
drowning
sinking
there I was
inking 
pointless words in senseless quotes

Had he noticed I was falling backwards? 
Choking on my own hope.
Had he noticed I was slipping
on my own thoughts?
She never missed a thing, she said
he’d waste the love
for all the scrunchies of the world.


Is the yearning lasting 
‘cause the heaven's freezing?