If I left
My cup still full
It was because
I kept my lips
Upon its rim
For a while
If I left
My words silent
I kept them as a poem
On the pages
Of time
For all
Times
If I left
I kept of my stay
The reason why
All fires
Become dormant
But their amber
Remains
July 4, 2023
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2023
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