Who?

Who will love me,
when I drop my key,
beneath the mat,
promise my suitcase,
my heart,
that we’re really going this time?

No one.
Just like you said.
No one.

I run back inside,
close the door.
Falling into your indifferent arms.
Take me back.
Take me back.
TAKE ME BACK.

“I never even noticed you were gone.”

We kiss.
I am yours,
again.
We are one,
on the kitchen counter,
and then,
again,
upstairs,
in the room,
where I dreamed of more for me,
and as you sleep,
I am seduced,
again,
by the front door.

I leave for the night,
and forever.
Who will love me?

No one.
Just like you said.

Who will love me?

I will try.


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