If I go

I’ll close the door behind me

Turn my eyes to the unknown 

And move 

One foot followed by one foot

Closing my eyes 

To feel



Breathing in the blackened smokey stillness

Feeling the chill northern breeze

Catching feint whispers from years absent



Emotions long laid barren 

But remembered now as fresh teardrops

Whetting cheeks

Coerced expression

My intimacy drawn and quartered

I’ll go

It’s what I tell myself repeatedly 

I am afraid, you see

And weep for the loss of what could have been

If I go


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