The Question

Coffee stains on my clothes

And a one word note

That’s all she left me

And she left me

I sit in wonder

I sit and ponder

Was it really what I should have done?

I always swore she was the only one

Is it really my fault she had an identical twin

She was virtually the same

But for her name

So why should it matter?

It’s only cheating

If you don’t know the answers

And I thought I knew them all

But that one word “goodbye”

Stares at me so mockingly

And I just don’t know

If I’m ironic or moronic.


brendan harkom

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