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Sunday Paper
It read something like a headline
Lacking in discloser, but clever enough to steal my attention
And, they hit like a hammer
The words that followed
Blunt and to the point
With a kind of honesty that's hard to swallow
Simple and plain, she said
"I've fallen out of love with you.
Where I go, you cannot follow,
and I'd prefer you didn't try to."
It felt something like a Sunday paper
A fact-based covering surrounding a comedy of errors
Bearing the bad news
Both in life and cartoon depiction
With a hint that in life
Hope would somehow out-prove disaster's infatuation
Simple and plain, she said
"I can't fight what I don't feel for you.
Don't ask me to prove myself now,
cause you know no explanation can reason it untrue."
I just stood dumbstruck
Looking into my cup of still steaming coffee
As the screen door slapped the doorframe
And, I counted as her heels clicked the sidewalk
Until the last click I heard was the car door lock
And, a steady hum of the car exhaust stealing her away
It read something like a headline
It felt something like a Sunday paper
