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I finished my cigarette
as I told you I was leaving
and you asked where
I was going so I told you
home as you dozed off.
I was putting on my shoes
when you asked me where
I was going and once more
I told you home and you
asked why so I gave a bullshit
reason and then you closed
your eyes again.

I was opening your door
and you looked confused
and asked me if I was leaving.
I said Yes, I am going home.
You asked me to stay. I told
you to call me tomorrow and
you surrendered to sleep.
You’ll probably wake up
tomorrow to an empty bed,
wondering where I went.
I didn’t go home.