Monday, April 01, 2024

NaPoWriMo, Day One, Poem One

Leave

Don't tell 
22-year-old

they will 
someday

feel naked
without 

all that 
raw panic.

They'll cry 
harassment

just as you
explain 

how today 
you look 

back at 
busses 

to check 
for what 

you left 
behind

which is
often nil. 

Just go 
out quiet,

disappear
forever,

maybe then 
missed for

what you'll
never say.

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