don’t be

don’t be a stranger, love
just go away now while i still
smell your perfume in my hair

when you go, love
leave a random journal on
a tombstone with a name
– a history you whispered
as morning crept in
take no notice of
what i’m keeping

move my leg tenderly
i’ll do the rest
you sneak out
away i turn from you
run if you will
the wind dries away
the wet on the face

don’t be a stranger, love
ghost in my haunted ship
the sweet, the love, the
careless jerk
you

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