leave the key on the counter

is there no end to longing?

the slate black of your hardened
stare lingers.

tonight you close the door behind you,
leave me alone in what
used-to-be our room, now
empty of presence and warmth.

no tears to shed, no time to think.
what has become of us?
what has driven this wedge between us?
when did we become you and i?

if there’s no hope for repair
for what used to be
leave your key on the counter.
and please,

please, leave the dog.

wagthedoguk

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