with clear lines, closings and appropriate linear thinking
never coloring inside the lines
tweaking the poem a little more
re-writing till the breaking of dawn (and exhaustion);
tally, just a little longer, by his side(after
he said he needs to go make a cup of tea)
an extra five minutes in bed; just
one more question at the end of class - listening
longer when she suddenly starts to tear up, never
mind i said i had to go. even
the bathroom
door is hard to shut, much less
lock and toilets
are rarely flushed;
laundry left to dry for
days the invoice
never put in that
last email had
a string of emotions
we both said we had
tied up for
good.
No wonder, really,
that your leaving
(er, me: separating)
took so long
and is still so long
in coming into becoming.
Is it the Mystery
this dualism and blurring
or just the reaction
of a child
whose father
was always leaving
even
as he journeyed to no where,
(black-pit-soul-descending)
nowhere
at all
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