Four Years Ago I Said No longer

a song of leaving you — finally

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No longer, four years
today ago I said,
It’s not you, it’s me —
— But really, it is you

All things you were to
me: Lover — mother — friend
You never left, but when
I strayed, I always came home

Each night you soothed my
pain, bedded-down my burdens,
sang love songs heard
by my soul’s velvet ears

You were not rose, tulip
daffodil — you were wild
flower field — all
yellow purple scattered

Often I left, always
returning to Your
voice | Your kiss | Your
soothing-tender caress
ㅤㅤㅤUntil

— I realized the comforting
veil you spread long across my
world first slurred life’s music
then roiled life’s colors into mud

And so — four years today
ago I left you (You with so
many names, answering to
them all), when…