Left

 

Count on one hand
Then the next
Everything that is here

Looking from afar
To see things moving farther,
Muttering, “just go”
Mulling over
Why you haven’t just disappeared.

Just check for
A co-creator in morbidity
Deceptive conceiver,
If I were you,
I wouldn’t be you
At all.
If I were here
By now I would have left

 

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