Away from Home

We were close, but no cigar
Drawing thoughts on my bathroom floor
Spreading brain across window walls
Never saying much at all
Abject nonchalance
Parting ways in mere silence

and before I know it, I’m standing on airplane wings
Thinking
I’m leaving
Leaving it up to you, but slowly leaving too
Some would say it’s for the best but it’s at solely your behest

I wanted to be the leaver
Power holding power’s hands
But I’m leaving empty, leaving too much aside
Leaving in the morning, but you weren’t right
I promise
We were both wrong
But our songs are destructive waveforms
And we almost saw it, we

came close, but

no cigar.

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