OUR RELATIONSHIP HAS BECOME A SERIES OF CLICHES

I cannot face you now
can see how you've spiralled out of control
in such a cowardly graphic manner
with another one of your masks
where it's not possible to see eye to eye –
you so often defy cliché with silence
when your back's against the wall
and I make more sense of its graffiti

I know you hear me when I speak
although that's neither here nor there
what we mean to each other is now
a question mark – clearly you will not say
while bricked in issues just go round in circles
and you hope they will be painted out