DEPARTURE




I did not want  
To have the last 

Word

Fall flat
In an unknowing

Silence

A response
Would have been
Welcome

Years of labour
Shared
Sweated stress

Nothing remained
But departure

Dust shaken 
From feet

Facing freedom
On my own



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