For the Love of A Man

Sept. 15, 2015


If you have to fight for a man’s attention, you have already lost it.

And he is gone,

somewhere with less of a call.

He is among the skyscrapers and museums,

and someplace that smells like formaldehyde.

But not here;

slipped through my fingers and the grates in the sidewalk,

so I can stare at his absence

and blame myself.

He will not miss me,

because I am here,

in my hometown with fresh cut grass,

townhouses and oil.

Spite the sting,

I suppose it can’t be all so bad.


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