poetry

10/31/20 - ya like jazz?

I'm haunted
by the space
that you left
when you left
for your city
on the coast
when you left 
me behind
for your boys

I'm haunted
by the space
that you left
in my bed
where you'd
curl up with me
but instead
you're curled up
with your boys

I mean
where else would you be?
sure as
hell not Illinois

which you left

all that's left is
me
and some candy
that I'll mix with haunted dreams
and eat
alone

I say "I'm fine" on the phone
but instead
I hope your friends all dress as bees
once again
as a joke at your expense
and you're haunted by the thought:
maybe I am Barry B. Benson.

because "I'm fine" doesn't mean
it doesn't
still
sting

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