By the time
You get home from work today,
I’ll be packed and far away.
The note read.

By the time,
You find this note for you
They’ll be nothing you can do.
The note said.

By the time,
You realize I am gone,
You won’t know why this was done,
Probably not miss me here
Till after several beers.
I know you won’t even cry
You’ll continue to get by,
Joking on it at the bar.
I even left you the car,
Furniture and other things,
All except my pearl earrings,
And the clothes I left wearing,
Of our life I kept nothing.

By the time
You wake to another day,
That life will be far away,
You’ll be happy with your beer
That washed away my man dear
And left me a drunken lout
That would abuse me and shout;
I just could not live that way,
Instead of love you gave fear,
I left it all to be out.

No next time.