Tuesday 8 May 2018

end of spring

I take a step back and stare at you
you who used to be like my skin
covering my body
so close
now so alien

I take a step back and stare at you
your promises ringing
all those small and quiet words
flowing...
all lies

I take a step and stare at you
you who seem to have forgotten
of me

I guess we're seasonal
and like flowers do,
bound to wither...

now that spring is almost gone
you too have left me
uprooted 

so I take a step back and look at you
one last time

friend...

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