Nobody Dies Anymore
- Ata Zargarof
- Jul 8, 2016
- 1 min read
from all these places
I depart, have gone, left
to more places to leave
bereft of my presence.
how shall I linger? scratches,
scribbles on the wall
like a tar-mat; and I stand
petrified because I am disappearing
by the smile, tear, the laughter
loosed to be late for a meeting
elsewhere. I’ll see you soon,
yeah? don’t keep me waiting too long.
09/13/2015
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