When I reach for the light switch
it goes out
When I pull on the door it shuts
When I turn the key it locks
When I step down the steps I fall
When I see her walking from the Diner on the corner of Ames and Bancroft and she takes off an apron and wads it in a ball throws it in a bag and slings it over her shoulder and whistles some beautiful avian song like heaven's choir
I weep.
I haven't the heart
to break another.
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