The Final Fall
She called them the sad days
The wasted days
Hated days
Moving on days
He called them the hard days
The bad days
Sad days
Moving on days
She blamed him
Bloody men
Mental torture
Good riddance
He blamed her
Bloody women
No respect
Goodbye
She wanted love
Commitment
Wanted him
Needed him
He needed love
Needed space
Needed time
Wanted her
She couldn’t move on
Wouldn’t move on
Hated time
Hated him
He drank the bar
Numbed the pain
Saw the train
No need to explain
She took the call
Final fall
Found the pills
Ended it all.
Copyright © Paul Bell | Year Posted 2022
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