no need to talk it out
anymore.
a briskwalk will do you good.
take the umbrella
i tell her,
and the dog,
and your phone,
and put on your raincoat,
it's cold.
maybe one
day, i'll see you down
the road,
but don't hold your breath.
i'll lock up
before i go.
farewell.
good luck with the path
you chose.
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