leaving home,
leaving a tip,
leaving room
for someone else
to come and sit.
leaving space
between the words,
space between
the lines. leaving
the mail in the
slot to be picked up.
leaving a trail
with your finger
of the dust on
the tabletop, leaving
a mess in the kitchen
sink, leaving a note
of apology to the
maid. leaving
a trail of footprints
in the snow. leaving
blood on the towel
where you cut yourself
shaving. leaving
the lights on, a burner
on the stove. leaving
a hairbrush below
the sink, one shoe.
leaving home. leaving
a long regretful
message on the phone.
leaving love. leaving
you. it's always about
leaving, isn't it.
Monday, November 8, 2010
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i thhink this is your best yet. i love it.
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