The palm trees still glisten, bobbing their quills.
The clear skies are silent and brilliant still.
The noises are rising again on the hill.
The crisscross of mist’s still frost on the lawn
After the karma has gone.
The dishes and pans in the sink don’t demand.
The toast tastes perfectly fine without jam.
In the tissues strewn there’s nothing to understand.
There’s no fear that the lights are still on
After the karma has gone.
Whatever has changed is easily disputed,
There’s no spark of light or smoky new hues,
The wind doesn’t seem to have yet moved through,
And the cabinet pictures have the same faces on
After the karma has gone.
But the needed words that never could be said
No longer need, after all, to be said,
And when you make the bed, your arms aren’t like lead
And you don’t care whether the drapes are drawn
After the karma has gone.
The doors can be opened or closed.
The scent could be lavender or rose.
In your closet they’re safe, your clothes.
Your brow pencil’s no longer out on loan
After the karma has gone.
When it finally broke, it was easy to walk away,
There was nothing left for you to do or to say,
Everyone just took their role in the play.
There was no one left to be wrong
After the karma has gone.
That swordplay called love is no longer needed.
Your painful advice is no longer heeded.
The silent treatment does not mean one’s mistreated.
The mind that was torn is now calm
Now that the karma is gone.
