365 Poems – 165 Removal (Rough First Draft)

Removal

It’s like I’m talking under glass.

I’ve learnt the true meaning

of disappointment.

 

We’ve gathered together every silence,

and sat with them for months.

 

If I could, I would swallow your hostility

like whisky, and smile.

 

I would persevere in gripping

onto you, believing we could

be a high powered possibility.

 

But I’m in a wiser mood today.

I discover there has been a ghost

following me all morning. I know her.

Carefully, I remove myself from your life.

 

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