it wasn’t that they would leave
or that I could feel them forming plans
before even they knew
no
everybody eventually gets used to loss
we have to this being part of being
no
it was the post mortems
the crying the lying:
you made me leave you
you with your wicked ways
justifying the cheating the creeping around
& all I wanted was: a peck on the cheek
some soft adios we had fun
got away with stealing horses in the night
for a little while
but now I must move on
to leave me with my bits of paper
pens pecking away at the typer the PC
alone again at least for a little while
until a new to me horse thief would pitch up in the dark
offer some fun for another little while
before they too feel the need to offer a run down
on my poor habits
like I did not already know them too well
neilbenbow 