less charismatic
poor man's version
of me
your poor attempts
and false beliefs
that you can
change the world
are so cute
talk
in the
phony voice
you use
that varies by subject
it is almost
almost
almost
as counterfeit
as you
the words you
utter
when I am
not around
carefully knit
a web
of your own shit
your web
is about
to hit the fan
friend
Eleanor-
Eleanor
I found the pictures
that you left
of your husband
who passed
with the cut out writing
on the back of it
I found the prayers
you jotted down
asking for blessings
on our family
I found the poems
that you snipped
from newspapers
and magazines
I found the articles
you kept
that pointed to the fact
you wished to leave
Eleanor
I have no doubt
that you are
smiling now
even though
you are gone
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