Roll Up
Perspective suddenly
Dawned upon me
In the most unlikely
Place of privacy
Scrawled on the marbled
wall
My
vanishing
Point
Slip away
What things
Once cling to
Slip away
What things
Once held to
Fade away
What things
Once loved too
Go away
What things
Once drawn to
Stay
He extends the
leprous hand
wrapped in the
oozing gauze
once white
and I extend
the naked hand
not knowing
by the morning
the fingers
will begin their
falling
the friendship
worth more
than the loss.
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