Returned ThingsA Poem by Patrick McCombs
Its a rainy Tuesday afternoon
And the sun disappeared way too soon Watching crappy Tuesday afternoon TV Sipping some weirdly named herbal tea I hear my knocking I start walking I open the door; your standing there I try to remember how to properly breathe air You look like you always do Your eyes that peculiar blue hue The color of the sea right after rainfall Goddamn it all You got a box in your hand I understand I take the box and throw it inside You follow me in and I can't hide We sit and adjacent chairs The floor is the recipient of my dead stares My full name passes your lips Like a specter slithering from the crypts Memories rush back A sudden panic attack For an instant we lock eyes I see past your disguise I see a stranger It puts my sanity in danger I thought I knew you What was false, what was true What was right, what was wrong Was this you all along I loved you before But now I'm going to show you the door Out of my house and out of my life © 2013 Patrick McCombs |
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