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I have been left a thousand times

stood on doorsteps weeping

held babies while waving at departing ships

woken up in hotel rooms 

with melted chocolate on the pillow 

wrapped in crumpled sheets

 

Those leavings propelled me 

in equal and opposite directions

I went as far as the leaver

in my own home

 

Now I find

my house 

has a roof 

the size of the sky