from every hardship with which
you've burdened me
I've grown stronger under the weight
and pressure
and the heart no longer pumps in a panic
I'd easily glide away
with all discussion ended
what would I lose?
What would I have to fear?
each person carries another's death
within them we assassins stalking ourselves
time thought time to deliver
a gift too late or
a chance whose instant has passed
to each other
as on twilit evenings
we experience the passing faces
on the concourse
seeking out the recipient
under the glow of streetlights
presenting (perpetually)
with each unique clamor met
I'd as soon go there now but won't
for chance of ruining it
I can as well stay on track with
as many hellos as goodbyes in abundance
Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
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