Wednesday, January 1, 2014

That oven heat afternoon

That park bench facing
That ugly blue dragon statue
That stares right back

Vision skewed by audible sobs
Fallen head
Anchored between my knees
I was sinking

Into the ground
Where the dragon couldn’t see
What you had to.

I stood between
You and the door
I was hysterical
Like a child
Begging you to
Please stay,

A thousand times sorry,
Just stay
And then you left behind
An open wound

Never fully sewn up

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