23. how is it so easy for you to

how is it so easy for you to 
cut me loose
set our love free
to be eaten by untamed things
at midnight by the hanging tree
i thought your eyes were windows to
your soul so when they curtained
i thought it—your soul—was asleep
when in fact it had packed its bags and
moved back into his mother's house
and when i knocked on the front door
the cardboard artifice crumbled
and revealed the empty spaces you'd left
behind
i've searched for you since so that i could return them to you
i'm sure you'd want this barrenness back