the oak in my heart

its just a barstool
he said with
a chuckle

but it aint
never was

i bled
on that
seat

cried away
some tears

left plasma
in the broken
leather
when no one
was lookin

its more apart
of me
than the
faces
that stare at me

and that may
be sad to you
but that barstool
is my friend

and my
friend died
today.

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