☆°▪︎ THE HOLLOW SHAPE OF GOODBYE ▪︎°☆

You

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know

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y

o

u

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are

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running

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o

u

t

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of

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t

i

m

e

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when,

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.

what

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y

o

u

.

do,

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a

n

d

.

.

what

.

y

o

u

.

say,

resembles

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t

h

e

.

gray,

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hollow

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shape

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o

f

.

good-bye . . .

.

.

.

 ~ the

gray,

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hollow

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shape

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o

f

.

good-bye . . .

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.

.

You

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thought

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I

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might

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cry . . .

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.

 ~ you

thought

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I

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might . . .

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b

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t

true

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poet’s

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savor

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t

h

e

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dive . . .

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 ~ the

somber

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reprise

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o

f

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twilight

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t

i

d

e

s

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gone

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by . . .

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I

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apologize

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I

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a

m

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not

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t

h

e

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ordinary

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guy . . .

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f

o

r

I

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l

o

o

k

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forward

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t

o

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dismal

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skies . . .

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a

n

d

emotional

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suicide . . .

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.

.

f

o

r

to

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truly

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appreciate

.

t

h

e

.

joys

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i

n

.

life . . .

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one

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m

u

s

t

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experience

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n

o

t

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only

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t

h

e

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highs . . .

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b

u

t

also

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t

h

e

.

lows

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a

n

d

.

declines . . .

.

.

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sometimes . . .

.

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.

for

days . . .

.

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for

weeks . . .

.

.

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for

months . . .

.

.

.

a

t

.

.

.

a

.

time . . .

.

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.

You’re

.

leaving,

.

.

b

u

t

.

I

.

c

a

n

.

still

.

pretend . . .

.

.

.

You’re

.

leaving,

.

.

b

u

t

.

.

I

.

hold

.

i

t

.

in

.

again . . .

.

.

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I

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hold

.

i

t

.

in . . .

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.

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I

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hold

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i

t

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in . . .

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.

I

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hold

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i

t

.

in . . .

.

.

.

until

.

I

.

spin

.

i

n

t

o

.

chagrin . . .

.

.

.

I

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hold

.

i

t

.

in . . .

.

.

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until

.

t

h

e

.

end . . .

.

.

.

I

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hold

.

i

t

.

in . . .

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.

I

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hold

.

i

t

.

in . . .

.

.

.

I

.

hold

.

i

t

.

in . . .

.

.

.

You

.

know

.

y

o

u

.

are

.

running

.

o

u

t

.

of

.

t

i

m

e

.

when,

.

.

what

.

y

o

u

.

do,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

what

.

y

o

u

.

say,

resembles

.

t

h

e

.

gray,

.

hollow

.

shape

.

o

f

.

good-bye . . .

.

.

.

 ~ the

gray,

.

hollow

.

shape

.

o

f

.

good-bye.

Reflection: This was a melancholy-themed poem that I wrote back in July of 2001 where the contemplator tends to confront and ride the highs, and lows, and declines of life. We get the feeling he or she will never find true happiness living in that fashion – for those who surround the affected party are likely to disappear and distance themselves over time.