tired. he stood in line at the grocery store. a
bottle of wine and nothing more. an empty
apartment to go home to. it'd been that way since
nineteen seventy-two. a line on his face for every
year she'd missed. a scar on his arm for every
time he tried to follow her. a tear in his eye
for every day gone by. going home to no one and
still you could hear him cry. if i brought you
down. if i caused you to drown. he's sad like
winter leaves. but she won't leave his mind
tonight. he stares upon her picture on the wall.
and then begins to cry. let it go. he wakes to
the sunrise. a broken glass upon the floor. the
salt dried upon his cheeks. we've seen this all
before. let it go