I’m high when she cries
at the edge of a goodbye
nothing matters but her
lies that shatter like broken records
in the living room.
Nothing plays noise.
Time still stands ticking.
The walls of a cost
of a time slipping before
her eyes.
Words of redemption,
she can’t find.
Maybe for the better,
it should have been over,
but she walked through the door,
to plead forgiveness, but I was sleeping
with her sister.
I guessed it was over,
but the person she slept with was her sister’s
husband, so we’re all even.
(© 2022 AC)
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