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Turn Out the Porch Light, I’m Not Home
by Jason Vanderlaan

I'm so sorry it’s come to this
With you here before me,
Arms crossed in a metaphor.

Your eyes fill with disappointment
Like tears about to spill.

You look away.
I understand.

The sight is hard to bear.

I could have told you,
Could have shown you
I was never the man
You thought I was.

But you'd never believe,
You'll never believe
The snake that I've become.

So hang your head,
Turn away
And turn me out.

You'll never find me
On your steps again.

So let the darkness come
And fill my veins.

Because my poison
Is my cure,
Is my repentance,
Is just a reminder
I'm not,
I will not,
I could not
Be another.

And you could not help
But close the door.

© 2008