Where is here I am
gone home without
you
when I would rocket from the world
out of an ocean so
impossibly asleep
is the rain your
final call
because I am wondering what this was for
why you ever loved me
why you do not anymore
there is no witness here
only ghosts of words that nudged into breath
the shape of a
fool shivering and wet
your blanket
thrown over the bed one cold night too late
my eyes, heavy
with dreams
but you—
very much awake
how I welcomed the
chance to be wrong
to never ask why you had to leave
why you had to come at all
was it to drift away from this eroding shore
or was it
not wanting to be sorry
not wanting to be felt sorry for
one last secret for memory to keep
Now our
half-truths ship out
under cover of a
cloud-filled sky
the sun you once spoke of
never any friend of mine
can you feel it rain
can you?
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