Words: Poetry

He left me with words,
philosophy mixed
with the cynicism
of an adult,
each border firmly erected
for the box I lie
discarded in


There is no anger,
just a senseless desire
to change what I cannot


He left me with words,
and they pressed against
the foundation of my edicts


I agreed with his premise
and his conclusion,
could spy no fault in
his dissertation


But my heart still wept,
even understanding


I've sealed them,
those words,
Sealed them
into nothing,
let them drift
on the open air


I can't hold on to him;
he slips through my fingers


Why try to cage
a bird that wants to take flight?


I've sealed them,
those words,
in a moment that's gone


It's over now


Goodbye.

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