To Leave a Man’s Life

There’s a


and a


and a rearranged


and I walk

out the door

in a fret

on the run.

I’m alive

and I’m dead

when I say

we’re no more

there’s a jag

to the sag

of my smile

once before

my life that

had mattered

to the tune

of heartbeat

but now

my chest prowls

as you softly


and I stand

on a shadow

I lean

on the wall

and without you

I’m nothing


all things

must fall.



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