Hold it for me
Simply a click away
To scan if I had time
But there you go
I don’t have time
To know how you feel
Hear you crying
But don't have the words
Got to move on
Next stop Tokyo
And you are expendable
Like lotus leaves
Or spring snow
Which will melt
Your tears like diamonds
Clinking in the glass
I hear them as I walk
Down rain drenched streets
Away from you
Their brittle crackle
The bitter laughter
Of my departure
© shaun patrick green 2013
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