11. Firsthand

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Each goodbye on earth is a new one
like a verse in a poem,
even if it rhymes.
Somewhere obsolescence will start
a new life
and in another part of the world it is repeated but it isn't wrong.
This is me telling you,
I could write a thousand lines about the stars,
and still be the firsthand.
Before me and after me, a galaxy will be written out of the stars
and no one complains about nausea.
Every claim by anyone on you
before me is just an old poem
about you that now lost its footing.
And should we falter, perhaps
I too, will write a poem
about you
and it shouldn't be wrong.
Let your new lover be the judge
of who wrote better,
because I could not read
all of them in my lifespan.
However, if I could,
let me be the narrator
of how things went
and how things ended,
a nausea from you is ridiculous.
I will take responsibility.

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