Spare Keys

It started raining on my way to your place.

I took the long way, hoping to calm my incessant nerves.

I wondered if the rain was trying to water something in me,

I felt so cold, rigid and angry.

My thoughts of you weren’t, aren’t fine, kind or blind.

And I feel alive for the first time in my mind.

Finally, fully free from your abandonment of respect.

Four numbers, one time—this time,

Knock. Knock. Regret.

I wondered if it would be the last time.

Your mini answered; I gulped down his green hair.


Not sure I had the sanity to spare.

I didn’t return to care.

Just to grab my scarf

My Juul

And those keys,

I could spare.

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