Wreckage
I don’t know him
But one thing I do know;
He didn’t clean up his mess
When he left her -
Didn’t finish the job
Allowed her no closure
He leaves piss on the seat
At Starbucks
Cheats on his diet
Makes excuses for his temper
Steals pencils from work
Because in the faulty arithmetic of his wandering mind
They owe him.
He left her bereft
Changed his phone number
And found a rebound
While her heart bled into her socks
And her feet left bloody footprints
In thawing March snow…
Eric Marley
Autumn 2013
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