it's hard to leave

it's hard

to quit the job,

or love

gone sour,

even

if you despise the work

you do,

the people you work

with,

the person asleep

beside you.

it's home.

it's where you go

each

day to make your crust

of bed,

to sleep and eat.

it's hard

to let go.

it's better if they do it

to you.