I'll be the one you'll never know

…and then his dark side appeared, the side that nobody saw but the side that he had always written about

…and then not another word was spoken

Siamese twins of twenty years were severed and thrown in opposite directions 

no stitches, no seams, no explanation? 

“not another fucking word!” he said

but I’m losing blood

and now

I 

can’t afford to breathe, can’t afford to talk 

maybe only whispers in the night, just sleeptalking

maybe only prayers in the morning, just sleeptalking

maybe it is death 

and then he was gone forever

and the gold locket slipped through my fingers, out of my hand forever

it fell in slow motion into the river, where it belonged with all the dead leaves, the oil spill, my dead body and feathers 

we can never go back now

God has left

and the curtain’s been pulled on this dark feverish town