a poem by Jacob Robert Bennett

I know you

said you weren’t

in love with me

anymore, but we

live together. Ifeed

your dog dinner each

night. Sometimes

I think it wouldjust be

easier if you

died. I wouldn’t

have to feel the

guilt of leaving you

again. But you’re

never here so

really whatdifference

does it make? I’lljust

reheat your portion

of the Chicken Parm

for lunch at

work tomorrow.

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