he left me there on the road like a kill
left me there like a shotgun bride
he left and took all my old 45’s
Howlin’ Wolf and Muddy Waters
left me there with his Hawkwind albums
he left on a day that ended in why
left like I had leprosy
like I was a Bible that burst into flames
he left as if he’d forgotten my name
as if I were a window and he was the wind
he left as if I were the Magdalene
left like the stone that was rolled away
as if he were Jesus and I was a sin
as if he were wine and I was saltwater
he left me there like a bride at the altar
like I was a habit he gave up for Lent
he left on a day that ended in why
and I left him inside like a knife when it’s bent.