You Left Me Here.

Grief
When the sound of sirens become
as real as the yellowing bruises that stained
your skin
like cigarettes.
When I begged you to stay;
Please don’t go.
But you left yesterday.
And again today.
Your time here is as unpredictable as
the discolouration
on the face of
a battered
woman.
I missed you before, then.
I am angry that I will never
speak to you again.
That I will never hear you laugh.
Your bad driving,
and uninhibited love.
I am angry.
You are gone.
I am even angrier, that it hurts
that I am still here.

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