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Sep 2018
Sun melting.


cats empty
bellies
meowing
on the back
kitchen porch
window.

basket of
dead flowers
decorate
what's left
of "I will
love
you
forever".
on my desk

a dozen
half-scratched
poems
pile up

on one
another

like old
drunken
friends
at a college
reunion
party.

and I
bear the
weight of
it all like

a black
knight
vanquished
from
provenance.

I no longer
have you.

and from the
start you
promised,

you would
not be
any good
for me.

you didn't
pull any punches
.

you
didn't
lie.

you were"t
a poor man's
fairytale

come true.
Written by
Napolis  66/M/california
(66/M/california)   
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