01-24

Mary J, and I
got married
October ninth.

 told her,
if I make it to 30,
I’ll cut her off.  
 
I’m marrying the girl,
who caught me at 19,
pretty little smile,
but a temper lit by kerosene.  
 
Marry me, marry me.  
 
Pretty girl,
you promised me.  
 
It’s been four months,
have you heard from me?
 
Couldn’t be.  
 
I didn’t leave.  
 
I ignored your messages,
confirmed your fears,.  
I've left you here.
I’m sorry.
 
Please don’t hate me,
Remember me fondly,
I’ll save a spot for you.  
 
I’ll have made a home
for us when you’re  
returned to me.