There's no need to wake.
So many times
So many nights.
Pull the covers over.
Turn out the light.
Close the door.
And drive away.
Like so many lovers.
I don't want a fight.
I'm smarter than that.
To stir up old wounds
That weren't even mine.
It had nothing to do with me.
So I creep out the door.
But leave it unlocked.
For someone else
To stumble in.
Maybe their wounds
Will be your wounds
And you can share a secret.
And you can share scars.
Who hurt who more?
Because this time.
You'll be happy.
A passer-by, a witness,
A spectator.
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