There is an approaching age
That I have not yet written on the page
It is the year of forty two 
And it is being free of you 
For once and for all
There was a freefall
And I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it
But boy it
Is too rich for my blood now
I’ve said so long for good somehow 
And you’re bitter in your harness
As you imagine my mini dress
In someone else’s hands 
But it’s all slipping sands
And he may have made me melt 
But it wasn’t the same as what I felt 
For you in the woods 
And the doctor wants to do my bloods
To make sure I’m not sick 
Sometimes I think they’re thick 
Because they never seem to catch on 
That I am already long gone 
And they can’t tether soul to a skin
Once it has resolved itself in him 
And I know she has trials of her own 
It’s just my true colours shown 
Are deep red and fragrant blue
And some of those were borrowed from you 
So if you don’t mind 
I’m gonna just be kind
To myself for a season 
And let you go without a reason 

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