the apartment is empty
dishes drying on the rack
blankets folded neatly
but the bed
left
unmade
I stood against the wall
my arms holding me up
blurred vision
with
angry words
flying from my lips
your contestation
your deliberation
masked
what was so
apparent
the hiding place
foreseen as her unwants
and yet
you still want her
you still hold on
you can't
let go...
seeds were planted
but there was
no sunlight
no singing
and now
there will be
no harvest
left overs
but
no second chances...
just another echo
of the door
closing
and the gentle
click
of the lock
being set
again
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