Waiting for touchdown

As the jet tears through the darkened sky

It leaves a trail of vapor

That mirrors the burnt out emptiness

Our love has come to be

The battle scars are gone

But wounds still will not heal

They open up under this pretence of civility

Which is the cruelest thing you have ever done to me

Your pretense is such a wicked defence

It comes naturally to you

Me, I am naturally callous, vicious minded

I take pleasure in your pain

I vent my rage

Yet it leaves me feeling

So vacant

So mean

I am obscene

As have been the things

I have seen

You however

Change tact

You will not just let a thing drop

You will not let the battle stop

Unrelenting

Unforgiving

That is all that we have become

Turbulence

But we are already strapped down

They call it marriage and other things unsound

I wait for touchdown