enough

"that's enough!"
I told myself waking next to you
was worse than what came before
it was something normal couples do
and i didn't want to know
this is as normal as I can be.
And I walked out
through a thousand stone endings
told myself it was over
wondered if somewhere beyond this ocean
lay an empty century-old grave
with your name and no body.
I left, secure
in the sunshine and knowledge
that in daylight even the Slayer is immune
to those things that go bump in the night
(like vampires and hearts).
I had a grave here
for one hundred forty seven days
near my mother's
it disappeared when i came back
banished by good intentions
and my clawing crawling escape...
maybe some night I will be able
to ask you to come with me
find where they buried the headstone.
We'll make rubbings on scrap paper like children
then throw away the shadows of our names
knowing now is enough.