Your Gift Is Gone Poem by alex haywood

You've come too late
I don't have a present
for you anymore
The things I had
reserved for you
I sold in a garage sale
(weeks ago)
Had a junk food
binge of feelings
with the proceeds
(threw up, weeks ago)
Now I have nothing left
I could get
you another gift
(if I wasn't broke)
but I don't want
another garage sale
this time next month
I think my lawn
has been trampled enough
by strangers
making a trinket
of your presents