You came and you went
like a child throwing
a tantrum.
Your anger was spent
spinning and holding
us ransom.
Left us to lament
these actions—something
so random.
You appear content,
divorced, now seagoing
and bantam.
We are still present,
strong in heart, living
as phantoms.
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