I'm simple this way

this way leaning

 

Watching your want

this way fading.

 

You're always his way

his way gleaning.

 

I'm holding this loss

this way leaving.

 

 

When you leave

the conversation

before you've left

the company-

 

when I've left

your busy thoughts

after I've left

your sympathy-

 

with your touch

and cooling look

and your grasp

I try to bind

 

is like tying with

a broken chord

a memory

of a kind-

 

Words and image  Tommy Carroll

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