We Stand Here Saying Goodbye
(in our uninhabitable landmark)
His tongue spelled goodbye on mine-
As I begged him to change that word-
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To be satisfied-
With whatever-
It was we were standing in-
-
To be nurtured-
By the unchanging coldness-
Glazed across our-
Inner and outer-
-
I deposited the joys-
Of days his mind had forgotten-
Onto any open wounds I could find-
And he whispered memories-
Of who had inflicted those sorrows-
-
He peeled my eyes open-
Thrusting our joined flesh-
In front of a window-
That showed the progression of our disfiguration-
-
The last window-
Having wooden boxes drifting in a river-
Of our own formation-
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You slowly pull away from me-
And I from you-
My eyes never leaving yours-
And yours never leaving mine-
Each movement forward-
Forces my body to stop weighing yours down-
And your soul to stop puncturing mine-
And I smile-
I mean I really smile-
Thankful that you let us go-
Loving you even more-
Then I had before-
Because you grew-
And allowed me to do the same
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