a dream
i was leaving her for some reason
i was irreducibly sad
few items left
heartache as backache
ingly sad
not one stair led anywhere
blue handrails and low ceilings
these were the feelings i knew were unreal
a dream from a past past caring
recurring
the weight of it all
delaying the dawn of a realisation
that only a poem would exorcise
if i put it down like a bomb
gently and back away slowly slowly
there
run
after her and ask her to explain
why she left me in this dream all alone
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