Ruins

I awoke

exhausted and nauseous.

Your words still replaying 

on the surface of my mind.

Not just last night’s

but the ruins of other failed conversations-

One after the other

stretching back years

like broken columns

and headless statues.

Marking the wars

that we've waged.

And your statement

that this was the same fight,

with the same lack of resolution,

leading to panic

and a sense of shame

greater than myself.