You would tell me, wouldn’t you
if your want stopped
if your heart stopped
searching for my rhythm
You would write a letter
archaic pen to paper
blaming yourself
your boy life, Peter Pan good life
bag of marbles and a shooter life
You could send a text,
all zeroes and ones
hashtags and abbreviations
JTLYK, I’m done, I’m going, I’m SEP
#itsNotYouItsMe
You might go extravagant
a banner from the overpass
in two foot letters
hand painted the magenta
you promised for the back studio
I set you free, I set you free
or a flashmob, passé, no longer trendy
you and the boys in the Sears parking lot
start slow, start low
Journey – Baby, I’m Leaving You
with a bouncy Ska routine
but, not at a wedding
with love all first kiss new
not at a funeral
I can’t bleed in parallel, mourn in two
and never in a poem
never when God is praying
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