it is easy to walk away
from a great many things
from people
and places
from sights unseen
and the conflicts of love
going nowhere
so fast
my cruelty is my compassion.
I embrace leaving them behind.
but they don't understand.
there's no need for anguish,
no need to look back -just stepping
off stage until the next show.
and how this touches me -
to have know you and walked
away before it was lost,
to never speak again and only
have those memories to bind us.
a waste
a personal waste
would it matter if you were
able to say
good-bye?
would it have made a difference?
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