Too Many Items in the Self Checkout

Long after we had hit the end
I’d find myself standing in the store
Holding something that you would love
Disgusted that I would want to give you more
Even though the love had finally faded
A weight I was glad I could release
Still, I stand and think of what you’d like
A ghost of caring that will not give me peace
Because I know you never gave a damn
And you’d have bled me dry without a thought
I want to leave the caring on…

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Former therapist. Author, Heart of Madison series. Poet. www.crystaljacksonwriter.com https://subscribe.to/crystaljackson https://linktr.ee/crystaljackson

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