I’m sorry they said but this is the end

pack all your things we’ll escort

you out when you’ve cleared

off your desk and picked up

your paycheck we know this

must be hard we’re sorry

but this is the end

wet ash plastic bags

when did things get this bad

you must go on you have

no choice glass bottles hit

the ground and you drown

in that sound scream

at the walls

until you’ve lost your voice

I’m sorry she said

but this has to end

with tears in her eyes

she gathered the kids took them

out to the car a suitcase

in hand you know I still love you

I’m sorry but this has to end

He tracks snow

into the house then turns around

to watch it melt walks past

a sink of dirty dishes puts

his keys down on a shelf stands

in the doorway to the bedroom

sees the way the winter sunlight

falls on her side of the bed

and this is hell without you

here this empty house ghosts

on the stairs and don’t

I know that this is hell

without you here

and this is hell I’m living here these

phantom sounds

an empty kitchen with

my coffee getting cold I’m living here

I never kept my word look

what it’s done to you look

what it’s done to me

because I couldn’t choose

what can’t they take from you

what can’t they take from me

I will not accept this

as the end you were all

I had there’s nothing left

for me when I’m old

and alone

I’ll have myself to blame