The woman runs mad through each room
picking up every dust particle
and hoping that one day this pain
will subside with that feeling of doom.
The woman asks a stranger for answers
hoping that it will ease the questions
and answer why he left in so many ways
without leaving a light or even a gaze.
The woman weighs out his mind
analyzing his problems into excuses
so the mistreatment of a damaged heart
is overseen and his actions are lucid.
The woman looks at happy snapshots
in order to remember the moments
where he made the world spin away
sending all chaos over the fence.
The woman has that song on repeat
to put her right back in that place,
two giddy smiles in one bed,
avoiding the inevitable of losing that chase.
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