Possession

These words are as much hers
As they are mine,
And if there was a custody battle,
She would probably win.
I could write:
Love
But she owned that more than me.

I'm left with a blank page instead
And inadequate words to fill it—
Like a bank account
With insufficient funds.
I'd fail to pay the alimony too.

My words flail about
And crash to the bottom
As gravity pulls down all things.
These fractured lines will heal
In time.