Nothing stands out more than a man that’s been used
The shuffle in his walk, his shoulders rounded and his chin to his chest
In some cases you’ll hear the sobbing a block away
Even after he found out he begged her to stay
The sharpie colored circles under his bloodshot eyes
That dart here and there looking for a trace of what may be
Instead watching everything around him just crumbling away
Hoping in his heart of hearts she really wanted to stay
Finally it dawned on him from his old flame that still cared
She hated to see my blinded heart of the witch’s intent
Two times the pain reminding me I pushed my old flame away
When I would have been happier if I had asked her to stay
© 2012 Michael Yost 05/25
Michael's Lair 
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