L'Chaim

Your heart filled with hate vacuums the smile off my face. 
It makes a bad day pass slower 
—your backward ideas— 
stumbling and falling instead of reaching… 
I don’t want to. 
I dont want to look at the stars with you 
until you can look at strangers with me 
(and smile instead of smirk) a sneer across your face, 
everything is ugly to you 
(and beauty can’t exist in anything, in anyone at all…) 
are not here 
your body is a shadow a memory of what used to be 
we can say hello but you’re dead to me. 
I don’t want to look at the stars with you 
until you can look at strangers with me and smile.