Fallout I

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When it ended
I wanted
warm goodbyes
that never
came. I absorbed
quiet, as others
watched me
retreat, disappear
into silence.
I became
loss
and fielded
phone calls from
curious players
in the game
of chess, played
with people, cities
doubling as
squares
on the board.

February 2011

  

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4 thoughts on “Fallout I

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  2. I wanted
    warm goodbyes …

    I wonder if there is a warm goodbye at all …
    I have issue with people leaving and every goodbye seems
    rather cold and sad … I even use that word very rare,
    I say “Later” instead of “good bye”

    Loved the chess in the image and mixed int he words of the poem!

    Like

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