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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