just a little one because I'm scared to leave you all behind
reasons why goodbyes
seem to tremble facades I've built with anger driven hands
escape me
words carved from runaway fourteen year old plans forged from the fires of
'we could be'
it's just a word, two syllables pressed between here and gone,
limbo in the seams of staying and leaving you behind
that time and place where no one really wants to leave
immediacy of parting inescapable
in the way I need roads like snaking skeletons across maps of skin and bones
but the way your face falls
like the crumbling of cascading cliffs
trembles my self-solidarity like a weakness,
something I refuse to give in to
I only hope we meet again
after travels have quelled our mutual need for escape
and plans have turned to stories
all these plans will become stories
I can only hope your face
regains familiarity
and time doesn't mark the beauty of us
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