in the morning
you were leaving
traveling inside the gate
and you said you were not unprepared
and all the dead ends
disappointments
fading from your memory
ready for that lonely life to end
and you gave me love
when I could not love myself
and you made me turn
from the way I saw myself
the way in which i purge you is
by pulling all of these words out of me,
link by link
wrapping multicolored strands of
string and
fabric that i pull and stretch
until each one breaks and i am
left to wait until i gather more of
you
