Truth left this morning,
Unsnaking an arm, gathering clothes,
Sneaking out the back door,
No thank you or goodbye.
This is how we die.
Love left this afternoon,
Coming home drunk, punching my face
Leaving me with a split lip
And a black eye.
This is how we die.
Youth left this evening,
Slamming the bedroom door,
Climbing down the trellis,
Getting into a car with some guy.
This is how we die.
I am alone tonight,
With white wine, chips and TV,
Too invested in MAFS,
Too diabetic to cry.
This is how we die.
©Shaun Green 2023
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