a clear spring sky and conscience or finally the time came when:

i read all our old emails tonite.
my eyes nervously scanned the screen and noted the words
quickly descending down an uneven staircase of distance
into an empty red void
similar to the edges of our scattered universe

when you responded with
phrases dripped in laughter and defense
i angrily wrote back to myself
that prayer was now hopeless and
reality is far from your dream-filled grasp

i told myself i would never write back.

whitened like a dove hanging in a summer sky
with the wings of a child and
new heights to climb
you made me do this
you don't deserve this explanation

good-bye.