Goodbye
There’s no one here,
Only the moon peeping from behind the clouds
Shy, taunting.
Silverlight illuminating darkened corners,
Leaves swaying under a pale gaze
Pale as ghosts that slowly fade
Into forgetfulness.
There’s no one here.
Only me and your image from behind
That wall, lurking, while not
Far away, a voice beckons me to leave.
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Because in the past months I've been so full of illusions of owning time that I've been more than ever to be submissive to what I vaguely and terribly prematurely make sense out of whatever pop science that pops up in my Digsby Twitter app, the line "Light ends where universe begins" begins to...no wait..It still is. Omigod what was I thinking pre typing "no wait."?
and may i just add that i am greatly honored that you are still reading these archaic pieces written three, four years ago (i wrote these things way before i posted them on this blog). how can you so willingly subject yourself to such torture even when i stopped writing already? really bad, how do you do it?
I don't know how you can say it's torture and I don't want you to think I'm trying to be sexy here and all that stuff people think a boy says to a girl who has the same curious almost arcane interest as his because I don't think it's that either. I guess I just go back here for poetry in the same way I go back to Catcher in The Rye for story.
i guess "torture" is too strong. thanks, anyhow..
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