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
Poetic Trials 