It's A Dry Heat Poem by Robin Bennett

I often wonder is it the continents that separates
us, or is it just an issue of time?
I found myself knee deep in a puddle of
deja vu, my mind screaming every inch of
you was familiar to me. Time and an ocean
that was anything but blue stood between us
now. Maybe it was just another figment of this
insane mind. Conjuring up an opiate colored
dream, just to balance the two timing madness inside
of me. As always, my dreams are just preludes to
my nightmares.

The idea of you became demons under my bed. My
neatly tucked away world was now vast and
open. Soon I was nothing more that a Medusa like
shell. Frightened stone on the outside protecting
crumbling and failing emotions. I was Novocain numb
and unseasonably chilly. I pretended to die, hoping life
would leave me alone for a while.

Your ghost no longer haunts me. Honestly, I rarely think
of you anymore and your hellish ways. You aimed to kill
my spirit and you greedily raped my trust. Even before death,
heaven has kicked you out. I've heard hell at least is a
66dry kind of heat.