Asylum Street

As I waited for you

in the wrong place,

you left me behind,

leaving only your mother

for commiseration.

Next time,

you left me with my pack

perched on cement steps,

taking the dog

with you, no looking back.

After that,

every night I smothered you

with my pillow

but you never came back;

I had been left behind.

For Margaret’s great prompt to the Real Toads: Willard Asylum