There was a knock at the door
And heaven knows it was not God
Nor any other friend for scold
You see the funny thing is the situation of this card
There was a rap on the window
But it was my heart that shattered
Into fifty small pieces of a dead widow
Ne'er did I know of a divorce from life that was so tattered
There were scratches on the carpet
And if he hadn't been so kind as to lift his feet higher
I would have not given him my chest locket
Making me more adamant about my dying fire
The lights went out
He guided me over the couch
He smelled of rot and sauerkraut
He feared my religious doubts
Away from this hovel
Far past deep space
Where no messages reach, not even postal
I am face to face
With simple nothing
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