when you were man-size

you    
baby    
are dying in front of me    
     
too long in love with the bottle    
and everything else    
hollowed out    
sagging     
flagging    
I have only your embers    
left to stoke    
     
I’ll leave you    
   
or you’ll leave me    
     
either way    
we’ll look back    
and know this last year  
was habit    
     
a coward’s fear    
of change    
     
I’m the woman here  
so really    
in the end    
I’m the one    
who’ll run a line through Us    
and say enough    
while you dream on    
remembering old days    
old fires    
old fights    
old desires    
long after your body    
has left the building    
     
broken men    
are never pretty    
unless they know    
they are broken    
     
but life’s too short    
to show you why you failed    
     
so please    
just get the fuck out    
     
leave me with the memory    
of when you were man-size    
the boiler    
of my moon-tide blood    
     
far better that    
than this slow loathing    
I have growing  
for you    
     
you  
just another once-was-great    
leaning on the bar    
while people whisper   
why the fuck does she stay