Friday, July 22, 2016

When there’s nothing left to do but walk away



When there’s nothing left to do but walk away


Go away
to where this sting
of languages
cannot find you.
Take my bed of splinters,
leave silence as a promise.
We'll both be judged
by the same darkness,
burn when we see
each other distant,
so real, fractured,
cynically different.

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