You left- and so,
you did . . .
My sleep?
My peace?
That goodbye we bid?
Wasn't among but-
the two of us . . .
Everything we held
that held us up
It went with you . . .
Our sleep,
and peace
left after that bitter
goodbye we bid
and you left- and so,
you did
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Way of my soul || Poetry
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