You don't need to say it again; i understand. I just don't think I have the audacity.
I don't think I can muster the courage to see you the day you meet your next.
No courage to send you off with only my "good luck"s and "hope you're happy"s.
There's no time to replant our tree I cut down that spontaneous afternoon
behind the doorway,
beside the flight of steps,
beneath the vapor
and parked cars above.
There's no need, no time to reiterate yourself.
I can walk myself out, thank you.
21 August 2009
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