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Adieu, Pour Toujours
The wind whips along the edges of my face and I feel the cold darkness slips out my feet as they dangle off the ledge of the building; the world below me continues to move on as I sit and watch them love and breathe: live.
There is something in the air around my heart,
how it aches at the site of such brightness.
My hair curls up and around my cheeks and ears when I close my eyes and imagine the way it would be without some one like me, though not in any type of dark way; merely a thought billowing out from under a caged hallway.
A smile forms when I think of words ending,
it seems most appropiate now.
I stand on the ledge, turn and walk back through the white rusted door, shutting it behind me though look back. I meet the handle, kiss it goodbye and turn the key before sliding it away under the door. It is time, I think before I speak,
"Adieu, pour toujours."
There is something in the air around my heart,
how it aches at the site of such brightness.
My hair curls up and around my cheeks and ears when I close my eyes and imagine the way it would be without some one like me, though not in any type of dark way; merely a thought billowing out from under a caged hallway.
A smile forms when I think of words ending,
it seems most appropiate now.
I stand on the ledge, turn and walk back through the white rusted door, shutting it behind me though look back. I meet the handle, kiss it goodbye and turn the key before sliding it away under the door. It is time, I think before I speak,
"Adieu, pour toujours."
Published 29th May 2012
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