there’s only one more day
before I go away
so kiss my cheek and zip my sack
because I don’t think I’m coming back

all the lovelorn pictures and letters
that you sent me are gone
lost in the mail somewhere

and now I am a dream
one of many woven with gold thread
through the truth of you
with a silver needle that pierces my chest

I woke up wanting to tell you
I miss you, I’m sorry, goodbye
the return ticket is waiting in my pocket
stains of lipstick still remaining


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