that day, I left
they, joking I am leaving
my answer in the positive
much to their embarrassment
they, surprised
the exhome still so solid
the exlife still so current
(the exsmile long transparent)
that day, I left
just boxes in a car
is what it all amounts to
just silence which surrounds you
all those years of trying to move on from the shit we can't improve on : who'd have known how much we'd falter after standing at the alter making promises we could never keep
did we really have to suffer? all I asked from you was comfort, and what you wanted was not me and I could never really see how I could ever give you what you think you need
appearing we were functional
an appearance so unreasonable
the tree rot set in years before
it fell that day I left