Let Things Go

He let things go;

I don’t mean he stopped washing,
Didn’t shave or stayed in bed,

I mean he let his life scatter
Till he was wading
Through rubbish,

Thick worries
And thoughts under foot,

The complicated patterns
Of lost conversations
All sticky,

Gutter waters
Of guilt and regret
Sloshing and gushing on by,

Till he sighed,

Left his whole world behind him
And looked out across nothing,

Content for mere seconds,
Then bored beyond tears.

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