Last night, your spirit came to visit as if it was any night
but when I turned to tell you the news, I only began to say,
"I am sorry. I have no words for you. We've said it all."
There was no wind outside my window as your presence faded,
and when there was none of you left, that's when I felt free.
My apologies aren't to mend that I quit loving you quickly,
but that when I finally burst, gasping, from your Confines
I did not keep my ropes as souveniers, and even on our best
nights, I wrote this silent poem behind my Secret Eyes.
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