Her searing words cut him to pieces
His dignity annihilated by her harangue
Her verbal abuse reached its end
Though a passive man, he said so long
Packed his belongings, left in a storm
Too late she realized she’d gone too far
She cried through the forlorn night,
Wiped her tears and burned his memories
A month later, tears dried up, crying gone
She found a another malleable man
And her patterns began
Bob Boyd