Sunday, 25 August 2013

Cut and Run

One day you will wake
To find me gone
Like a bird flitting the nest


Our cotton sheets still warm
My imprint marked by creases

And you will wonder
How you never noticed my leaving
How the fixed smile never slipped
Like it was welded
To my core

The essence of me

As day light breaks over
The empty space.

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