Bruised Papers
The bones go
Into the box
With all the expired
Grocery list
Choking up on drool
Passing asleep on
A bored to death bed
Waking up to a life
Back to condoms
And divorce papers
And no time is lonelier
Than six P.M.
and no one else
Is home
I can’t trust my knees
Or heart anymore
All our past loves
Left parked in the
Red zone
Three A.M is child’s play
So many things lost
Buried and towed away
Smeared contusions
Where our love use to
Laugh and laid
To rest
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It got a lot better overtime for me. Thanks for sharing!
And no time is lonelier
Than six P.M.