If She Leaves
By the door
the suitcase stood waiting
for the trembling hand to clasp
the handle unused until now;
just another word said in anger
one too many times
burned in her breast
and came slam of the bedroom door.
Her coat taken from the closet
wrapped her safe and set free
from the time strapped in her heart
when too much was enough;
he pleaded in hurt and fear
but their time had exceeded
the warmth of their love
now lost
as she leaves.
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