Vapour
December 15, 2012 Leave a comment
When I leave,
I tiptoe out quietly
So that you won’t miss me
till I’m too far away
for you to remember
what you’re looking for
And also so you’ll never realize
That I started walking
long before you stopped talking
Call me ruthless or call me sensitive
But the only thing I leave behind
Is a question mark.
* Published earlier here.












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