Day 13
The note
I’ll be gone.
In the time it takes your
fist to crush it,
I’ll already be on the
first bus out of town.
In the time it takes to
check my wardrobe,
I’ll be holding out my
hand at another bus stop.
In the time it takes to
check my drawers,
I’ll be running with my
bags to the railway line.
In the time it takes for
realisation to set in,
I’ll be calming my breath
as the late train leaves.
In the time it takes for
you to grab your keys,
I’ll be blocking whole
memories out of my life.
In the time it takes for
you to lock the door,
I’ll be planning a route
you can never guess.
In the time it takes for
you to start your car,
I’ll be praying slashed
tyres won’t take you far.
In the time it takes for
you to throw a punch,
I’ll be promising that no
more will land on me.
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