After his wife went her own way
he called it another lonely day
The house was empty.
The room was empty.
In the dark who could see his face?
In the dark who could reach him?
He kept the blind down on the window
He kept the pain on the inside.
He shot out the lights.
He could not sit still
even to listen to music.
Music did not help
it gave him ideas about emotions
he didn't like.
The next morning he went down to the Chelsea drugstore
and sold all his records.
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