Sunday, 24 November 2013

When He Left

When he left the first time
I stooped over the car and wept.
A neighbor was watching thinking
I must be having a heart attack.

The second time he left
we got into a fight
railing accusations
well into the night.

The third time he left
I hired a lawyer
and dropped five grand
with no place to land.

Now he comes and he goes
and I fit in the place
of allowing the facts
and accepting the grace.

And enemies don't prosper,
resistance never wins.
And I stand in the place
of I don't know, I stand.

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