No matter what
you try to
do no matter
how many times
they always leave
and here I
sit thinking if
maybe might have
I could have
should have did
or didn’t do
that it makes
me dizzy but
no matter they
always do leave
onto something else
that maybe someday
I will understand
until then this
heart which once
had been brimming
sits broken and
wrung out like
a dish rag
ready for washing