When I no longer have your heart
I will not request your body
your presence
or even your polite conversation.
I will go away to a far country
separated from you by the sea
- on which I cannot walk -
and refrain even from sending
describing my pain.

– Alice Walker, from Horses Make A Landscape Look More Beautiful


Neda said…
For me, the best poems happen when we let confessions take hold...

What gorgeous lines of thought breathe heavily in this poem.

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