Going And Being Gone Poem by Dorsey Baker
Going And Being Gone
If I go
home with you
my bed
my pillow
and my blanket
will be lonely
without me
I'll miss them too
smell the candle wax
as the flame flickers
burning by itself
in the quietness
of the room
the candle reminds
me of cheeze
but not its smell
if I go
with you
I don't know
how long I would be gone
but the room would
not be vacant
only vacant of me
if I go
with you
I would hate myself
for going
and being gone!
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