THE RESUMPTION OF IDLENESS

I think I love you. But it’s all my fault.
I should’ve told you I loved you. But why? It’d all still be lost.

Maybe I was too scared, maybe not enough grown…
Maybe too blown.
Blown away, I mean, to claim you as my own.

But out of nowhere, you walked out the door;
Figuratively speaking of course, and left me poor.

But I didn’t shed a tear.
I focused instead on trying to steer clear,
Clear off memories of you I held so dear.

But I’m still here.
Now, where’s that beer?

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Another weak attempt at poetry, by >d®