Striped ceiling. Light and dark. Headlights and blinds. The window decides. Whether the world out there will stay where it is or come in for a while and visit with me. White and black in careful arrays. Waiting matchsticks. To ignite lilting lanterns from long ago.
At least say goodbye. Like you mean it. That it's hard for you to do.
All caught up in the pucker of your arrogance you forget an audience is required.
Leave me standing there with the siren blaring in my heart and the inferno raging in my mind. That's all I ask.
Leave like you mean it. Leave me in an avalanche.
Don't leave quietly. It's not fair.
At least say goodbye. Even if you don't really mean it.
And I'll let you go. With a bell jar grin and pen that's full.
"I am. I am. I am." It beats so loud sometimes.
By now.
And Then.
Thursday
2/16/2006 09:59:00 PM
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