(For My)Beautiful Dancer
The path is covered
by leaves,
spiraling
in the wind.
Your hand lets go of mine,
you reach up
touching
only sky.
You are so
beautiful without me,
you always
have been.
You dance in the spiral,
they move you farther,
farther up the road.
You fade into the distance
as I watch,
then turn
to go back
home
without you.
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