Change

instead of words,
an incurving knot
of goodbyes grows
in your throat, tugs
at your self composure;
your thought stills
at the sight
of empty spaces,
world maps, and
suitcases; oh,
how terribly you will
miss them and how
terribly language
fails
your ever
trembling
heart

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One comment

  1. Michael (contemplativemoorings) · August 25, 2013

    Wow…

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