you left the knife
you left some blood
you left the cracks
in the floor
some crackers in the fridge
you left the bike
you left the litter
you left me despondent
and bitter
you left some fleas
they inked my feet
you bred some enmity
and spliced our web.
how can our connection
stay true
when you lie and
manipulate, defy
my reason and slam
the doors.
one day, you will take
some things:
my advice;
a moment of thought;
those damn black fleas;
the print of your presence;
the phlegm of your pain.
copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez
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