by Gary Percesepe

how alike, breakup & death


in a dream

J was telling me

that I didn't really love her


I took it calmly

because I was sure it was

not true



when it is gone

is a gentle exile


when she goes

you will think of days

when you had her

and become used to

horrible things


the realization that

many others still love me

but from now on my death

will kill no one