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I know I got nothing right

I know I have nothing left

I can take all the right roads

and still be left spinning.

I can take all the left roads

and end up at the right kind of ocean

but not the right state of mind:

I have left you behind and

this is the right kind of leaving.

sometimes when I write

I use the left pen instead of the right one-

that is to say

the wrong one instead of the real one.

the one I have left you

it lays in our bed face down

so the pillow gets the ink smear.

that is to say that I am the ink smear.

I am never the right path to follow

I am left handed always wrong always right

I am the engineer with the right tools

but stuttering left behind

I am the constant

I run into walls that have been left unattended

and I leave you stranded when I make the right choice

to climb them or smash them.

baby I am twelve lights always left on

and never the right thing cooked for dinner

when you have left work and woke me from

the only time I have closed my eyes today.

so I write right

I write long

I write chapped

I write bold

I write shivering

I write lonely

I write small and messy

I write left handed

and hope it comes out-

left.