please die
if you love me.
go, so I can’t ever see or reach you again.
please hang up your life
so there’s no hope
no chance
no possibility
of rekindling old embers
on dead wood.
please be a disconnected telephone
a forgotten email address password.
please die.
please make it easy to breath
by not existing for me to wonder
to wait, and hope and pace
and yearn, and imagine,
and guess. and expect
and anticipate
please leave there no option
no chance, no hidden clause of our
two chemicals meeting.
..just please don't
erase our reaction.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
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