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