Now would be a good time

to take back all your swollen promises

and go far away from me.

so take back your heart and breath and lips, unfurl your fingers from my hips and go.

I don't want your feathered scent invading my senses anymore.

I don't want your face blocking my view.

so take your money, take your things, take your limbs and olive skin. take your picture from the frame. fill your pockets to the brim.

Make like the wind baby, and blow

far, far away from me

just go.