he couldn’t give you it
threw you out the door
without a second thought
said you were too much

he was afraid
afraid that you would misbehave
you asked for
one last chance
but you knew before you asked
the answer wouldn’t be yes

So, you plucked off your smile
threw it in his wastebasket
and stomped all your dreams
on his back doormat

took
one last glance
at his deck
with the chairs neatly arranged
as his thoughts
while you, the scatterbrain
walked to your car

one last time
stopped
to look at the number 50
that hung on his house
before you drove off