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Radiating something such as I never thought existed...
this...
thing...
is over,
and I am sent off
without parting words,
with only every silence
that fills
the space between the two of us.
I am sent off, without further aching...
I don't want to be a consolation prize,
I don't want to be the forgetfulness between thoughts.
I carry within me,
some healing quality
that leaves me with little to say,
and less to worry about...
I am alive.
I hear lights in my ears,
and see sounds with my eyes...
and I am no better off
for all my days
of putting up
this front
to protect you from who I really am.
Are you?
How do I hold this down?
How do I carry your baggage?
How have I read through so many chapters,
and not found your reference to silence-
handwritten between the places
where the binding
tears,
and the pages wrinkle.
How can I put this down?
How can I forget my own world?
Easily.
I shut the door,
I shut my mouth,
and I find new places
from which I will soon learn
to walk away.
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