Leaving
Head on my shoulder
Arms behind my back
She is holding me:
A one long last goodbye.
She hugs me close,
A straight jacket
To stay the future.
These few moments
She hugs me tight
And time must wait
In this reservoir of minutes
Whose fragile wall
Her thumbs and fingers
My breath is breaking,
A wattle fence
Blown down by words.
Head on my shoulder
Arms fall down my back
She is losing me.
Go. Yes, I must go now.
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