Spent

spent like the dollar 

that flew from my fist, 

spent like the summer 

the first time we kissed 

  

spent like the evening 

with Friday night’s date, 

spent like the time 

when you’re already late 

  

spent like the notes 

at the end of the song, 

spent like an argument 

when you are wrong 

  

spent like the credit 

built up with the bank, 

spent like a car 

with an empty fuel tank 

  

spent like the pennies 

I’d pay for your thoughts, 

spent like the effort 

of claiming I’d not 

  

spent like a glue stick 

that’s run out of stuck, 

spent like a gambler 

who’s down on his luck 

  

spent like the silence 

that ended too soon 

spent like the air 

in a sagging balloon 

  

spent like a rainstorm 

come out of the blue, 

spent like the tears 

that I’ve wasted on you 

  

spent like these similes 

run out of rhyme, 

spent like No Refunds 

On Money Or Time. 

  

spent like a chat 

with a far-away friend, 

spent like this poem 

you’ve read to the end