in your leaving

there is that clichéd silver lining

somewhere along the edges

and mostly for you

since you called the escape

like tails on a coin toss

stop pointing it out so damn much

and be a little more sad, damn it

in your leaving

there are dragons, slew

in their ink blood and paper bones

a weight lifted from you

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in your leaving

there is that echo

of steps down a long cinema hall

that foretells

a disappearance

an end

an over

that is too finite

and full of change, asshole,

for me

to fully

embrace