I want to leave
and say I left not out
of any hate or malice
because too many tired
souls have entered your
heart and chalice
and their dead bodies
ripple in waves of the sea
you understand
you, me, the way of loving
is no longer the same
your bones crackle in a funeral pyre
you are no longer the living
lyre, your body is fatigued
by your mountain, blue
shades of black have entered your hue.
I want to leave you,
leave me.
