By erin
Date: 3 January 1999

ending

straight-forward words
to a broken man
"can you take it?"
"yes i can"

eyes misting over
like Niagara Falls
issues ignored and
invisible walls

"it's me not you"
(the ego saver)
no real reasons
do you hate her?

an unmade bed
(you always failed)
my journal full of
letters unmailed

newness turns
to plain routine
no part of me
remains unseen

i'm leaving now.
All good things (?)
must come to an End.