I could have been
The boy who was always a man
In a quiet short sigh
Before knowing when to leave
Without goodbye
I could have stayed
In that vast space
Where a name echoed
And walls surrounded themselves
Like ghosts exposed to death
I could have kept the fire
In hope of cold nights to come
But I poured all the tears I had
And let the fire die
Shivering like wet wood
I could have stay in the port
When the storm was still afar
But the slow swell of the waves
Stressed my syllables
And I could only echo
The name
That in the vast space had lost
Its fear
To
Escape
June 16, 2019
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2019
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