Come Back to Pick Up Your Trash

It’s not like you have a broken arm
or leg that limps along
Or that you did not leave the trash
Piled on the table there.
You did.
You also left your rubbish
at my door the last time you visited.
But I did not mind because
I figured you’d be back to pick
it up–or at least say you were
sorry for dumping it there.

Actually, I much prefer you
leaving your trash
than you just leaving.

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