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.