To the Man Who Left Me Sitting on That Lonely, Cold, Concrete

Is all Romance fiction?
I came to the Streets of your mind,
Just to fall into the Sewer with the other,












Lifeless












Rainwater.
And I wonder if you Remember
That Dead thing on the side of
the road?
I wouldn't expect you to.
But I had to walk past it everyday,
And it decomposed just like the memories of you.
I still wonder if you were really there,
Your greasy brown hair,
And the way your feet turned out when you walked.





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