that's a long mo(u)rn
a decade can wreak havoc
the kind of madness that would have
driven me to your door
because home is the place they say
and you were
now, more than any other before
i need to make that trip
but now there is no door
no long and winding road
but for the one you were dashed out on
just like nebraska;
only your collarbone didn't catch you
or like high school
only i wasn't there to steady the bike
which i have to live with
the burden you willed me in your wake
but we all have crosses to bear.
well, you don't
left me as your cyrene
and i understand more and more why you left
it's come to be one of the only things i understand
but i don't forgive you.
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