Poetry - Love

This Obsession

Now
I might as well sleep
on the street
among the forsaken
our empty eyes
sallow faces
unanswered questions
never knowing why you left
drives me to madness
perpetually digging up these seeds of torture
you have sowed so carefully
I unearth traces of
another woman and now
this obsession has left
a blackness
I will never cleanse from
beneath my fingernails
and an ugly truth
I can never rebury