You couldn’t help
but spill your glass
onto that night stand
So that wood
raised and cracked
You came to have such shaky hands
Those patriotic coffee cups that came in a set of four, became three when I found a handle broken off on the tile floor
Where you used to cook our meals while you watched that small TV that was so dangerously placed above the kitchen sink they’ve all gone away
Again I find myself focused on the insignificance
Like there will be a revelation that’ll make a difference
That night when you
took the wrong dose
and weren’t making any sense is a night that I often remember and one
I wish I COULD forget
but it’s there to stay
It’s been replaying
over and over
The words they echo
over and over
When you leaned in and said
“We both know what this is”
And I haven’t
recovered since
Touché Amoré has been burrowing through angst, alienation, cancer, and death throughout four adored studio albums. After over a decade of working through darkness, the …