Friday, November 27, 2015

hasty farewells

shut the door
abruptly
on my heart

beat a hasty
goodbye
to my memory

don't wait
until my image
blurs 
in front of your eyes

before you
deter yourself
from thinking
of me

as any more
than a tragedy

to run quickly
away from

in the dead 
of all my night

(go)






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