Mr. Kindness Moves Out

Bags packed

the candles blown out

The wind howls outside

second only

to the wind howling inside

I stand at the edge of a neon abyss

so pretty

yet...tragic

The glimpses come

of lives not so...complicated

Two steps forward

one step back

are the only moves in this dance

the tickets are bought

the whole trip's been planned

...to you

The truth is I'm tired

my thumb is cold from the wind

and it's not always fun not knowing

who will pick me up

But I've outstayed my welcome

so I'll send my half brother, Mr. Perfect

to see if you need anything

Maybe he can help