one last kiss
as you kick the door open
your back was all I ever saw
as you hit the ground runnin
you grabbed what you could
what you leave, not needed
one of them was me
flip a token in the turn-style
lookin for a clean getaway
all the questions you're leaving
no simple answers resolve
it hangs out in the open
like clothes upon the line
they may smell fresh from the sweet air
but the sun sets the spots in
what is it that's in store?
can you put it out of sight?
how does it all end up
after disillusionment
if it didn't mean a thing
and the burden broke your back
the arrow hits the target
splitting it all in half
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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