My heart’s scars
worn down to the bone.
There’s home,
then,
there’s home alone….
in a cage
of my own.
The phone-
porno hardcore
with cinnamon sprinkles
running on and on…
in the shoes you gave her.
Lighting up her walk
for others to see.
We’ve lied; both of us;
We’ve LIED!
NO! – Conquered fear of letting go ~
not yet; just not now…..
she’s on our side again.
so let’s wait
to reminisce
the remorse
for not leaving
while we had the chance.
Kev2 /\ 8.22.10
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