Let go


I let go of him
His eyes were blue
The rhythm of sea
The calmness of hue

He was sparkling white
A ghost, an illusion
Favorite kind of nightmare
Albatross, off he flew

His hands were red
When he left again
May you never come back
Back? ever, ever again!

I saw the colors
You saw them too?
Yet we did nothing
Neither me nor you!

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