Moon over Mountains

I was splitting perfume into bottles

While you were in your bed with her.

You told me not to bother with you.

You told me I’d come too far

To find nothing in this place for me.

It cracked me when you said that.

Sent fissures down my spine in waves.

I didn’t tremble like I’d thought I would,

But I turned and left your house anyway.

I couldn’t stand the sight of her

With your arms entwined.