What never says goodbye?

A summer breeze
a wistful sigh
drugs on lease
goodbyes
they are coming after me you see
monsoons of tears
wont let me go
there are scratches
do you see?
I wear a mask to hide
pale skin, blue veins
tremors in the lips.

A summer breeze
a wistful sigh
clammy hands
yearn for me
drugs on lease
they never say goodbye.

– Dedicated to the crying woman.

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