Cutting Peaches

I can't breathe.
Neither can you.

Your soul drags mine heavy
around the room.

I don't know what to say,
you don't know what to do.

So that night again,
I cut peaches for you.

Are you happy?
You say you are.

You were just glad to not be alone,
I didn't have to go that far.

I cut peaches in the morning,
night and afternoon.

Whenever our tears are falling,
I'm cutting white peaches for you.

Tonight I've cut a peach again.
A different kitchen, different knife.

And as the thin skin rips, I'm thankful 

to not have you in my life.