Chapter 2: The Elephant Finds Closure.

I've fought with the beasts
that conquered my block,
made every crack in the pavement count,
and I checked off each item of the grocery list
that you left on the table for me to find.

I made your closet hollow
and boxed up your side of the bedroom.
With the old radio,
cobwebbed and dusty,
playing the album thats playing was inevitable today.

As I wasted time on the edge of the bed,
I counted how many times the door hit the wall.
It left a few hundred dents or so,
each one piling in to the last.
And at last, I met your shadow playing under the door
and I knew it'd be best if I let you take the blame.