I used to hate it when I dropped you off in the early morning…
You would disappear into the darkness at the top of the stairs.
Never would you turn around to wave good-bye,
Or smile over your shoulder.
Sometimes you made me feel used,
Other times you would make me feel like your garbage can,
We would both stand sentry as you walked up into your private darkness.
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