How We Die

Do I not see in your face
The growing pointlessness of me?

Did I not get used to you
Not even trying to ignore me?

What then is this longing still,
For a feeling for home,
For an uplifting of moods?

I must announce this secret
Before my weariness takes over

Listen all you clueless people
In this world, a woman is a home
A man is a wandering guest,
Cap in hand, begging for love

Take what she gives you,
But before you start believing
You found a home,
Her silence will kill you anyway

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