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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