Saturday, August 16, 2014

End

I'll collect my things
Sort through what we combined
I thought if we were more intertwined
It would be harder to leave
But it's just harder to pack
At least there's no puppy
No lease
No rings
Just ties that can easily be severed
With a sentence
A truck
A phone call
A plane ticket
And it will be like I was never here
I'll try to close the door softly

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