Running From Goodbye

You keep running

through my mind.

Even in daydreams,

I rehearse.

Please be kind to me.

Rewind.

Our last words,

each line, I verse.

So,

I pour you

on the page;

black and blue.

Goodbye.

I’m done.

Tears spill

and all’s a haze.

Even in ink

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