waterless land

 


I am not afraid to leave home 

Even though I will never find the same tree twice 

One is rotten and one is creating fruit

Where the juice leaks onto my hands and down my arms 

I won’t give in to nostalgia 


I will have remnants of you

Bringing them up out of me uncontrollably 

Forever even though your diminished personality has left me for good 


far away from home

there is a waterless land

filled with cacti, sucking dry

the energy and hope of the youth. 



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