The Gaits of Toronto

                 The Gaits of Toronto

 

She left me for Toronto. I was laying down lonely on the floor dreaming of her return. I didn’t understand the distance besides the obvious. In time the lesson I did learn.

 

She left me for Toronto to join African friends to find what she had lost when I became the blame for those relationships ends.

 

She left me for Toronto walking down streets with broken heels and inhibitions intoxicated with ill intentions to take it in deep. Deeper than the secrets that she didn’t mention but was hard for her to keep.

 

The guilt ate at her like a liver with cirrhosis. The truth is that someone else indulged in her juices while she was away and it weighed too much that she had to approach this and get it off her chest.

She left me for Toronto to spend time with her heart and her ex.

 

She was gone for days with no cell service and bad battery. She would call once a day and then had the nerve and the audacity to get mad at me when her acts added to my insecurity. O why did I put her on a pedestal of purity when it was the jezebel in her is lured me.

 

She left me for Toronto only to return to me with her gait changed and a look that haunted me but I couldn’t walk away because of all I lost to when I yearned for thee. I was lost in the love that I gave to you in a world of uncertainty.

 

When she left me for Toronto she came back in reality but it was never the same. In turn she left me for eternity but I’m thankful for the pain because blessings soon after came.