it's not a good sign
when they stop calling and texting.
leaving you sweet voice mails
on your machine.
when you get nothing in the mail
any more.
there are no packages.
no bags of cookies, or cakes
on the porch,
left for when you get home.
there's nothing. just empty air.
in time, because you have great intuitive
skills,
you realize that hey, this relationship
is over.
I am under the bus again.
it stuns you at first, but then as
you look back
and see all the clues, the evidence
that has piled up.
you know that you're probably right.
but you never
know, the governor might call
at some point, at some midnight
hour
and save your life.
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