A Message For the Soon to Be Departed, by Sarah Subscribe to rss feed for Sarah

Wrapp’d in sweet warmth I send you off to find yourself

Kiss’d on the forehead I know you won’t cry

I would be sad if you hadn’t cursed our ground

I would be sad if I still craved your life

Check through your pockets to feel tickets smooth as ice

Go through your bag for your clean underwear

I sit and smile, awaiting my sweet alone

I sit and smile, a plain, hidden dare

You step aside, a lingering catch clear in your eyes

You turn to leave, still begging to stay

I wouldn’t care to see your evident regret

I wouldn’t care for I want you away
Posted: 2010-11-27 02:01:38 UTC

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