On finding you gone


rain on sky lake

A puddle overflows in the parking lot

Traffic is slow

I have sores on top of my head....

Depression has been getting to me

Need to shower it's been a week

The neighbors fight in passionate spats

I hear them through the walls

Your not coming over

Eventually I'll forget how much this hurt

Someone else can break my heart

...this is no season for poets

 

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