Saturday, 21 October 2017

Leaving

Head on my shoulder 
Arms behind my back
She is holding me:
A one long last goodbye.

She hugs me close,
A straight jacket
To stay the future.

These few moments 
She hugs me tight
And time must wait

In this reservoir of minutes
Whose fragile wall
Her thumbs and fingers

My breath is breaking,
A wattle fence
Blown down by words.

Head on my shoulder
Arms fall down my back
She is losing me.
Go. Yes, I must go now.

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