i do not like it.
you do not tell me
you are leaving.
i am not awake.
when i wake up
and you are gone
i have finally been
broken out
from a dream
suddenly alone
in a repeat
of a childhood.
my eyes are closed
and they all turn back
a memory that scares
the grown-up part.
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