Pick up your freedom on the way out
Hope is hanging on the hatstand at the door.
That’s mine, kindly
Leave it behind.
Something tells me
I’ll be needing it sometime soon.
I found the space you wanted so
The stuff you kept telling me about
That I never understood then or now.
You might as well take this too
What am I ever going to do
With all this room?
Do me a favour, will you?
As you leave
Don’t turn back or call my name.
The way you do that makes my toes curl.
I can’t believe I’m smiling now.
That’s just the kind of thing you can do.
Leave me, smiling.
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//Don’t turn back or call my name.
The way you do that makes my toes curl.//
luv ur poems 🙂