I could hear you leaving
For some other exotic shore
I could hear your padded feet
Though I could hear no more
I could read the letter
In which you’d said goodbye
Though it was just sky-blue paper
You’d left blank, with a sigh
I could also see the cups
You upturned near the sink
Like that would be the symbol
Of breaking the final link
The door shut softly in the night
Like all doors that shut afar
And when you whistled as you left
There was music from the stars
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Beautiful.
But.
Er.
I'm.
Still.
Here.
Not leaving you that easily.
Why does your blogger comments clock say 5:08 AM and 5:09 AM in the afternoon?
Hi Ramit...about the clocker...don;t know. I tried setting the time multiple times. It just takes the time it wants to take. So given up now. After all, time's relative, eh? :-)
Time's related to you?
Yeah?
Wow.
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