poetry

Which Wasn’t The Saddest Part

He was dead

In his car for days

Before someone found him

Which wasn’t the saddest part

He had changed his name

Thanks to a sandwich he’d thrown

At a fast food worker

Caught online

As he was

Like a fly trapped in amber

Which wasn’t the saddest part

He had gotten divorced

Lost his job

Which wasn’t the saddest part

I read through

Fought the acid stab of

‘There but for the grace of God

Go

I’

Which wasn’t the saddest part.

 

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