IT TAKES A SECOND TO SAY GOODBYE
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IT TAKES A SECOND TO SAY GOOD-BYE

When you’re not here

I rub the lip of my glass

Hoping for a crystal of sympathy –

In my chemical disorientation,

Working night shift. On my own

I try to come to some understanding

I write to you

That you did not love enough.

When it was here, you looked away –

After four long months

I am left, to pick up the pieces

Of what was dropped –

The red wine realization

That I am somebody

Without you.