So-and-so called me last night
and said he wanted to start over.
On your mark,
get set,
—go.
Well, somehow,
I don’t think so.
He said it wasn’t him,
he had a bad day—
it’s not how he had wanted to say
‘Goodbye.’
(I wish I could have looked that
in the eye.)
So I asked him,
“When do you plan
on acting like yourself, then?”
The silence that followed
was boring—
it was him, alright.
Nothing kept me on the line—
hook and sinker,
I am out.
Rip yourself out of me
with a yank, without a second thought.
Just wait until you see
the new fish I’ve caught.
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Submission Name: Fishing License
