A Quiet Farewell

A Quiet Farewell

by Drakovi Bloodrose 


If I rest here, hidden,  

pressed to the cold steel bones  

running alongside the I-10,  

would the world change without me?  


Would the sky, indifferent, shift,  

or the earth tremble beneath  

the weight of my leaving?  

The ache—heavy, bound in silence—  

spills over, seeps through each wound  

I could never close.


My past follows like a shadow,  

its voice woven into my own,  

its weight unyielding.  

I’ve even shattered love,  

left it scattered like glass,  

sharp edges catching light  

that I can’t hold.


So I lie down, breath stilled,  

letting this final quiet settle,  

untethered from tomorrow,  

slipping softly from this place  

like a whisper fading  

into open air.

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