I couldn’t begin to tell you why
The teardrops fell as I silently cry
Smeared across the polished stone
Is the reminder that I’m now alone
I wash my hands and change my clothes
I don’t want anyone else to know
What has happened here this very night
What remains of now is our last fight
Secured in a bag of black
I drag you over to the rickety shack
I watch the flames consume the bag
The shed soon starts to give and sag
When it finally falls in upon you
I know that this night is finally through
I pack the kids into the car
And I head off somewhere rather far
Where you don’t exist, you’re not my wife
We have a chance to start a new life.
-M. Hendrix
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