Again, the same hug from long ago
happened today, accidentally
for a second. making one from two.
The shyness on your cheeks
made me realize, your lips,
though they're not cruel,
will always elude mine,
with the same amount of pride
that locked your heart
beneath a mountain of rocks,
that pyramid made,
for gods and goddesses.
But don't fret,
it's only paper that I give you (more or less)
stained with cheap, blue ink.
A few words are not enough,
To describe the threads connecting me to you,
I should give you more,
so much more,
but it would be a mistake, to say,
more than paper can hold.
It would be cruel to do it again.
Here, in this point of my life,
in this place,
I am saying goodbye.
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