We Can’t Be

I’m a cliche
of the man
that I promised
you I’d be,
so nervous
I can’t cheat
with Ms. Fate.
I let myself
down in your
backyard when
I broke down,
driving through memories
of our old town.
I never thought
I’d be the one
to give up.
I drown in guilt,
tossing in an unwed
bed with the thought
of you around the house,
but aside from a photograph,
we’ll never be.

Twitter – @AC0040

(© 2023 AC)

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