The Chain

He lifted the bottle to pour
as she flicked a crumb from her dress
He could just walk out that door
and be finished with the god damned mess
with nothing here to adore
no hunger left to be blessed
just anguished rumination
and a longing deep in his chest
chained to something he abhored
it's her...or no one...he confessed
He couldn't have loved her more
and she couldn't have thought of him less