Sometimes I think of leaving you
One day
I think I must leave.
This is not my
World
I said silently
To myself
As I face
You. I say further
I do not like
What is happening
Between us.
We are trees
Without fruits.
We are ponds
Without
Any moss
Or fish
We are a night
Without stars
We are mornings
Without the sun.
And I keep
On saying
To myself this must
Be ended
For once for good
I look at the road
And they are
So inviting
They narrow down
Somewhere to
The foot of a rainbow
The horizon
Calls my name
I look at you again
A long glance
And your face
Looks so innocent
Asking me:
(1) Where are you taking
Me?
Telling me:
(2) I am going where
You will take
Me
(3) I have nowhere
To go
(4) When you leave
I will die
(5) When you leave
I will kill
Myself.
There are more
Enumerations.
I can recall them.
Always.
And so I am
Staying with you.
I am so afraid
I am everything to you.
And you have been
All too pleasing
For any kind
Of betrayal
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