outta there, you’re outta there
drag the brush through your hair
post regrets for him to see
leave as you came, easily.
some you win
and some you lose
careful then with what you choose
words they cut
words they lie
you were just his last goodbye.
sadness falls
from outer space
the dream you kept
lies and lace.
the last, the last
yes, this will be
the mountains, the ocean
us – shipwrecked at sea.
©littlebrownbutterfly