Leaving

There is always a road
The sea, dark hair, dolor

Always a question
Bigger than itself-

They say you're leaving Monday
Why can't you leave Tuesday?

Through a sliver of time 
a skein of dark hair 

twists itself into a road 
leading away from you to the sea 

Bleached of passion, the question 
fades into the colourless sky 

You ask why I can't stay another day 
The answer lies in my leaving



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