The Parade's Gone By

After prom,
The big game,
As they sweep the streets
Beneath the sunrise,
Do you find you're hanging on?

The holiday,
The love affair,
The ice cream cone,
The hours on the sofa
In the melting light
Alone.

You thought you found a home,
But even husbands
Fade inside the fighting
And go away.
He jumped the gun,
You see,
Misreading his needy heart
As if he can't decipher
His own handwriting.

You gave up everything.
There's no one now
Beside you
In the dead and hollow quiet
On the morning after Easter.

- 4/6/26

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