leaving
you at the gas station,
in Missouri,
after i
filled up
and waited in the car
while you used
the restroom
around back,
taking the paddled
key?
i should have waited
longer.
i know, i know,
but it was
time to end things,
time
to leave.
i set your luggage
on the curb
with
your small dog on a leash.
at some point
karma will come around
to bite me
i suppose.
but at least
at long last i no longer
hear the barking
of the both of you,
i'm free.
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