Weak End

John G. Young, M.D.

 

You left a day early

and a night too long

to be with friends

you'd soon be leaving.

You left your wool vest

on my couch, and your toothbrush,

bought that day at Safeway,

you left, bristles up, in the bathroom.

(You'd left your's at home.)

You left lasagna on the lower shelf

and a six pack of Pepsi,

caffeinated to keep you going.

You'd know two husbands,

but when you left my bed,

you were virginal to

tenderness . . . tenderness . . .

You left me thinking of another

I left but did not leave,

months ago.

 

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