This is not a goodbye note
for there is nothing left to leave
but when I go, don’t look for me
in places where I don’t exist in
the amusement parks,
the rides,
neither in the sea I loved,
nor in the smell of your mother’s perfume
I wore
don’t look for me in
my poems, for they are not me
not anymore
not in my tshirts
or in your promises
there’s no one holding on to those
what for?
Love, don’t look for me in places I am not in
not in our favourite coffee shops
not outside enjoying the rain
and sadly, my love, not in your heart either
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(photo from Marina Williams Photography from pinterest) Because I am in freedom, and that's where I fit in. :) xoxo, xrxs
