by GW Michaels

Created on: August 24, 2009

Without a word

Scattered boxes in my flat, It's been five years sense I've looked back.

The day you moved in, was filled with such joy. Conquering the world was our only ploy. A phone call placed in a moment's time, a voice in the background, I still can't define.

Sitting in my car outside your work. God, I feel like such a jerk.

You came out with a girl friend in-tow. Walked down the street to the watering hole. I sat in my car as it started to rain, how could I know this would be a night of pain.

You order a round and laughed for a bit. The large windows in front, left a disquieting hint. As he approached, I held my breath. Maybe he's there for her and not for you, would be my only regret. I should have drove off and never looked back, trusting more than an alley cat but your friend left him there with you, laughing and joking, a sad clowns review.

Sitting in the house you came in the norm, a smile, a kiss and to bed without scorn. I return home from work the next day to an empty house, now what can I say? A key left on a table by the door, no letter or note destroying me, you did it, without a word.

I hope you get all that you've given.

Written in blood, a smoking guns forgiven.

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