the suitcase sitting in my closet
drowning under the numerous
fingers and arms and feet and limbs
of my heart and soul and love and
i wish i could just
buy a train ticket and just go to
a place where the throat of the
mountains roar and the elephant
grass grows above my head and
when i get there i’ll
when i get there i’ll
throw this old candle to the side
and scream into the wind and
become the rain and the wind and
the air rushing out of my lungs and
you said to me that night
good bye i’m leaving and then there
was nothing but silence and that
silence was noise, the loudest noise
i have ever heard and that’s when i knew
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you meant it.