Winter White Hiatus Poem by Robin Bennett

I'm quite well versed
in being alone
Being lonely
is where I fail
Collapsing inside
these asylum chic
pea green walls
just screams crazy-
And I'm beginning to
answer-

Maybe it's the paranoia
talking, but these walls love
me more that you ever
did
Honey, you were most
lousy at romance.
Remember the last gift
you gave to me?
A card, with a beat up
I owe you for some
gypsy reading
I didn't need.
By then the
writing was
on the wall.

Finally, I left you and
your paper bag ideals
behind in my
rear view mirror.
I took my jar
full of pennies
from heaven
to pay for a
winter white
hiatus