Goodbye...
When you walk away too fast
I am transported to a time when
my life knew of only two seasons:
Winter and Fall
when tragedy hung loosely around the edges of things.
Yet there is a stillness:
my mind is filled with quiet
distilled night terrors subdued into
ominous dream sequences
where Beethoven played in the background.
The next time you walk away too fast
I will push the oxygen in my lungs
to exhale the petty worries of yesterday.
I will stand still and smile...
See you tomorrow.
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