little deaths

watching a film called Sorry, Baby

written and directed

who knows better than who wrote it

                                                no one

he loved the presentation of doors viewed through other doorways

windows viewed seeing without  seeing  reflected   within

when people leave

                          waving goodbye  the sudden alonelonesomeness

   driving away

                     trying to escape the lonesomeness at their backs     escape

their hearts heavy

their lungs sigh despite their best efforts to suppress the sigh

 

hes lonesome when they leave him

leaving through the front door

through windows

up the chimney like smoke

                            vanished

before his eyes

he only blinked

theyre gone

                       Where did you go

I said goodbye.

I didnt expect you to go until goodbye went out of my ears

                                                             I didn’t know it lingered.

It does

I didn’t know.

                    How long does it take?

I don know

                People are always gone before its gone

It reminds me . . .

 

Reminds you?

Jah

 

Of what?

 

Tha gasp tha little death

                                When we cum

Irretrievable

 

 

Is there anything I can sa . .

. . No

                 No        

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