go quickly,
don't linger
in this pale
winter light,
the fog
of memory
haunting you.
take your eyes
off your
folded hands
and go quickly
away from
this closing
room, those
grieving
at your bedside.
go quickly
to where you
need to be,
whatever was to
done is finished
here,
go quickly
without regrets
and leave.
Friday, January 3, 2014
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