Leave by Glen Hansard

travesty

seeing my name written
back/wards

in the wall, letting go
(one

purple cotton robe with
dis/mally frayed
edges

broken

on the ground (it seeps in)
now)

that you/re gone.
one

year gone (and idiotic advances)
three/steps

back (i

exit stage left/ and
open up my hand.)
you

fly out/like birds
and

i pull away,
just like before