Moody Monday (The Knocking)

The Knocking

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she left him once

the radio singing her back

but she drove on

the phone chirping his frequent calls

.

she left a note

baby i love you but i do not love what you do…

.

he disbelieved

he raged

how dare she

never again will she

.

for three days

she held out

sorrow her only friend

until they talked again

.

she returned to him

relieved

revisiting their dreams

the infestation left quietly unaccounted for

.

the knocking

knock knock knocking…

began again

he let go of his soul

.

she saw it 

heard his lies

looked past his vacant eyes

viewed the obsession that was his life

.

she can’t take on the road again

but she won’t answer

the knock just gets louder

knock  knock  knocking…

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~k.Lynel

 

 

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