The final blow
and I breathe a breath I didn't know
I was holding,
folding creases in the pages
like these stages
can be filed away in alphabetical order,
under A for autopsy,
or maybe B for brother.
Such a stoic reception
for such a shattering confession:
deception in a resolute half-smile.
While all the while,
I tried to cope,
and all the while,
I tried to hope...
all the while,
it was that stupid dope.
What a terrible joke.
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