Sunday, April 28, 2013

Left Behind III

As your excitement bubbles
A wrench knots my innards.
With each item you neatly packed in,
Undone is my social sweater.
There is no exaltation without a sundering below.

I am left behind as you are freed.
A sentence of solitary freedom.
As you fly away I’ll take a picture
To touch that assoiling wind
In captured film, my instant shuttering.

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