Sometimes the shadows of lamp lights
look like roadside bodies, splayed
and every car is a cop car.
I’m not an alarmist,
I am more alert than most.
I knew the minute I stopped loving you.
I have thought of leaving
more than I can count
on fingers and toes.
But where do I go?
I have done this so many times, I
am tired tired tired
of the rebuilding.
In regards to building:
making this life may have been a mistake.
I don’t believe in regrets but here you are.
Never thought I’d
wear this shirt again,
it’s on her in the last photo we took together,
she bought it that summer
she’d walk into traffic
if I left.
Since then I am always the one leaving.
I wanted you to be new.