Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Memo to Self

No place to go
But down further
Swirling towards the bottom
Ready to be taken away

Unmissed, unnoticed,
Too bad, so sad,
She seemed fine
No sign of pain within
Shoulda, coulda, woulda,
If only

But it went undone
As she became undone
And slipped from any grasp
Round the circle one final time
And then gone

Did you hear
Oh no
Too bad, so sad,
I wish

Another day for all the rest
But one who left quietly,
Moving away
Did you feel that knot slide apart
As she went from is to not.

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