behind you
when you left.
i really meant to gently
close it.
lock it tight.
and go upstairs
to at last get some
long awaited rest.
i didn't mean to yell
and scream and curse
at you, calling you names,
that i should regret.
but don't.
that's not who i am.
and when i tossed you out,
with all your things,
your bags,
your clothes, your purse.
don't take that as a sign
of some sort
that i'm done with you.
i am of course,
but it's best we part
not as friends, but as two
people who never should
have met.
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