He struck me by surprise
With his piercing eyes,
Never say goodbyes,
A thin line never crossed,
But bent on my side,
Heavy in my hand,
It’s all under tongue,
Read the waste,
The pieces you left me,
To gather and bury,
When will I repeat your name,
No longer in vain.
4.20.2006
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