sometimes my mind speaks in poetry
yesterday,
you should just have left
when i told you to.
i was being nice
and considerate,
willing to give you time,
accepting that the space we had
was a shared one.
i tried
i waited in the darkness
hoping that the lack of that
warm yellow feeling
would finally tell you
what i had been saying all along:
just. leave.
even in the darkness
i could feel you.
your zing
was hard to ignore.
in the darkness, I told myself,
'patience,
in this forest,
it is i who am the intruder.'
but patience is not a gift i have.
you forced me
to turn on the lights,
locate you on the walls
and end you
with one clean sweep
of my broom.
i tried.
you really should have just left.
-on killing a dragonfly.
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