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The Leaving

Is the time we are together worth the pain of being apart?
A single rose you spied

At the tail end of summer

I promised you that I would come.

I packed my bag and left my grey

In trails of pallid cotton candy

To take the first train out of Bedlam.

You meet me at the station

Formalities straight up and neat

But your scent

Richer than remembrance

Left me breathless on my feet.

There is a ride I don't remember

Food I could not taste

Arms length conversation

Then your arms wrapped round my waist.

And the words fall forth in a pool of molten lead.

"Walk me to the bedroom

Pretend that I'm your wife

Unzip the confines of my dress

Like you do it every night.

Glide your hands to velvet

Claim me with your kiss.

You promised her forever

All I will ever have is this.

The tail end of summer with autumn closing in."

We make love in a strange bed

We will never have our own.

And then I pack up what is left of me

And take the train back home.

You return to autumn

Your seasons will not change

And I reap the seasons planting

And fall into the pain.

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