It Ain't Me

I am not your opium
I do not have your keys.
I will not clean your ashtrays
Or bring you flowers on Mondays.
I cannot remember
What you forgot to tell me.
I cannot see
What you never showed me.

I took your picture from the wall
That separated me from you.
It lies under the brass bed
Gathering dust in the darkness.

I wear a precarious masque
To hide what needs to be hid.
I am by myself, but I am not alone,
I am wounded but I will heal.
I will build a mending fire,
Upon the blackened charcoal.
So go away from my window
The cold is seeping in.