how brave you are to wander so astray
that shortcuts seem the norm, and wheat stalks flay
your shins as you continue down that path!
you seem to disregard the aftermath.
forget i never can the first roadsign
that showed a forked decision, like a shrine
to memory that dust does immolate.
how many sticks of incense are hastate?
our entwined threads of empathy can now
no longer form a string, a yarn, a blouse,
a bedsheet; spools lie empty, rolling to
and fro, reenacting my heart's pained hue.
when phantoms dissipate, they should not leave
behind like small toys long ago received
their nonexistent poisonous shadow
----so leave me, leave me, please, just leave me, go!
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