be done with her

it's best to disregard
the dream,
the uneasy nightmare
that haunts
your bed, your tired
mind.
the dark of her,
the gloom
of love, the bloom
off the rose,
the petals
black
and fallen
in bare grass,
now mud. it's best
to not linger
at the point
of departure, not
stay
against the knife
of words, but
leave the night for
sleeping, be done
with her.