at least it's a pair

Goodbye. You’ll feel me leaving now.

Soon,

but a wisp of the air I hath breathed

will circulate and disappear. Not

unlike me,

who disappears with it.

This will not turn into longing.

There is no room for regret–I will not be the memory you hold tight to.

These are clean breaks Right through bone.

There will be no memory of this.

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