DepartureA Poem by Solidad
Removing his Rorschach mask,
"Won't this be your day tomorrow?"
Placing a diamond on my finger.
I negated him with a gesture of ambivalence.
I felt like the exit wounds,
in his neck.
touching his lips to my forehead.
Death wiped the remorse from my eyes;
© 2011 Solidad
Added on June 13, 2011
Last Updated on June 13, 2011
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