Four knocks

I sent a letter packed inside myself to avoid the postal fees
the words ran out on delivery much quicker than expected,the doors closed with me on the doorstep quicker than a door to door pet rock salesman
the outcome was expected
this simplistic notion of romance had to end here
there is no romance between the crazy and the wandering
just the square dancing around the threat of finding happiness within the downbeat
put it away with the old photos,cast it roadside
these crooked shoulders can not accomodate it for the night or furthermore
I know who they belong to
it’s your beautiful self
who does not
I pray
you find out
before i am gone


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