"What makes you leave" by Erika Gill
What makes you leave
I lent him milk and honey
before I had read it myself.
Brand new, the sticker still on it,
because he was so beautiful it hurt,
and his asking had lit a fire.
He read it and then he left me.
Maybe there was a realization he found
— like how I ache now, the first read-through.
The next one who asked to borrow, I refused.
I didn’t plan to keep him,
but if poetry will make him leave
it had better be mine.
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