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May 2016
He left you hanging
once again today,
But this time
it wasn’t by not coming to pick you up
like he said he would,
It wasn’t by forgetting
About the dinner plans y’all had made
Just last week,
And it wasn’t by reading and not replying
To the first text you ever sent him
Asking if he would want to hang out.
This time
it was when he walked through
the front door,
And saw you hanging
from the loosely-knotted noose
that you had freshly made
While waiting for him to pick you up.
Instead of checking
to see if he could still save
what was left of you,
He did what he does best.
He left you hanging.
J Foster
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J Foster  Houston, TX
(Houston, TX)   
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