You didn't shoot the moon
but then again
you didn't have to--
It was claimed in the name
of your family's tradition.
What a brilliant way
to stay in ones thoughts
for years after blood's
come out from the sheets.
As I pull down Main
and aim for the spot
in front of my stoop
with a door you can't breach
that smirking Old Man
sinks down out of sight
below the named mountain
overlooking these bricks
and I whisper to him, now
merely a rock
"Serendipity, Babe,"
before gripping the key
in the darkness created
by calling it quits
and starting anew
where I should've been.
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