You, walking away
have never more my love,
be gone, say,
for a while.
Many birds
hinge on
self-sacrifice
and stray,
exile – would it be
and superficially
to love another?
I, with my void
am not,
carrying this weight
more than it is
and wonder, if this is.
Eliot Cardinaux, January 17th, '11
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