I should have slipped silently from my skin
and left it hanging near the door
sad and limp, like an unused puppet
to answer all the questions and keep the gossip small

I should have run naked into the night
just muscle and bone
just me and the moon
and left them all behind

Instead I went along
(skin soul and eyes)
and watched as my sun set
leaving me alone in the night

Tonight was black and warm like the sea
it washed me of my illusions with a gentle hand
a soft-mother hand, that left me aware but unhurt
wary and watchful

I am for the moment frustrated and alone
save for a pig and a pile of scattered memories
Tomorrow may reveal something new
or something old unseen
but for tonight I shall have to endure the silence

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