Digital playroom

Don’t talk to me

Don’t talk to me

I don’t have strength to hear

I lack the will

to even lend an ear

I’m closing down now

No you need not look

Do nothing

Forget all we undertook

There is a curious delay

in reckoning

the end of love or how

the final blow

can strike so softly

like a dream

Don’t leave a thing behind

I will not cry for you

All measurements you take are yours alone

I will not be there to see how you’ve grown

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