Why did I say goodbye?
I choose to explain,
Before I leave you,
Again.
That the warmth,
Of your heart,
Makes me whole.
I want to be whole.
Not holed,
Cold.
Souled.
Not sold,
Out.
I have tried to escape,
To a near distant space,
Yet I cannot erase,
The soft touch,
Of your face.
Or the memory,
Of an intimate place,
We shared.
So why?
(1988)
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