So Solo

Laboring
Carrying
Their nonsensical shit you allowed on your shoulders

No amount of shouting wills it to flee
There is snow now falling atop it, too

Think
What to do

Do this, Lisa, and do not delay

Kiss him goodbye in silence
Without remorse

For he won’t know you’ve slipped away, anyway

Go on girl, in gratitude
To solitude again

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