Missed Opportunities

You were there
in a dream I had,
in a cheap motel
where we hid
from everything and everyone.

We had to go,
but you felt so dirty.
So you jumped in the shower
while I turned off the power
and unplugged from everything.

By the time I got to you,
you were already through.
Your anger spilled out as profanities
pissed about missed opportunities.

I turned away
sad and afraid.

Maybe next time
there won’t be any next time,
and all your hurtful words will stay;
the taste that lingers
long after I’ve swallowed
the tragic end of us.

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