They Came Home To Roost
he told me i was crass
he told me i was trash
he told me i had no fire
he told me he was tired
he told me
he was leaving me for her
perched on the window
of my empty lair
with a half sneer parked
on my dry lips
i watched their cute
garden wedding
as they strolled on the
jacaranda carpet
today
she tearfully knocked on my door
he told her she was crass
he told her she was trash
he told her she had no fire
he told her he was tired
he told her
he was leaving her for her
Copyright © Eshe Benson | Year Posted 2021
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