No real end

I have thought about it,
late into the evening
Stars shining, the moon is low.
I was the opening you came through
to get to the other side.

Although I feel spent
I cannot dispose of
Your meaningless words
premeditated.
Your indifference
unobserved.
Your love
manufactured.
Waiting in the darkness
you took the privilege
to puncture my life
cause damage and distress.

When your glad adventure
you so skillfully completed
comes to haunt you in the dark,
you will spend night
after night,
trying to erase the pain
that has no place to go.
You choose an ending
that has no
end.