April PAD Day 8-Broken Boxes

trampled, rain saturated

melting into side of building

I know soon, the garbage man

will collect, peeling you away

from the building, away

from my doorstep

you hadn’t wanted to leave

folded up all your inconsistencies

layering every broken promise

sealed up in one box, and watched

each unanswered call and text rumbling

shaking, slamming and you crumpled

outside my door, clamoring for control

but cardboard couldn’t weather

the steadiness of a storm

and neither could your words

trampled under the weight of lies

you melted into a heap, I know soon

the garbage man will collect

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