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Runaway MAG
I remember you in moonlight,
running far and fast
away from all the broken ties
that bound you
to the place you had to leave.
I remember how,
standing by you
in the brittle icicle-air
I did not say Goodbye,
could not believe that even you -
jokester that you were -
no matter which of love's brutal shards
They cut you with -
could pull off this last practical joke -
this disappearing act.
I remember you leaving
by the light of the moon.
Now we are like the dead,
lackluster shells
of two once-splendid creatures.
We greet one another
embracing - ridiculous -
we never touched before.
Why should this brief visit -
this dim remembrance -
warrant grandeur?
Why must we sit tranquilly
in this pleasant room
convincing one another
that things are fine,
pitching our happiness
a bit too fervently?
We weren't made for this -
laughter was our game.
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