give up, whoever
you are wherever you may be
go on and
give up on me
no mail will you
get nor a letter receive
today again you
won’t hear from me
unsated you’ll have
to spend another day
there’s nothing
again that i’m going to say
you’ll yet again
sit slumped at your desk
smoke yet another
cigarette
in vain attempts to
smoke away my memories
or restlessly
nibble away at another slice of cheese
or distractedly
twirl a strand of your hair slow-
ly as you yawn and
blankly stare out of the window
but looking back
you’ll eventually realize
i was hardly
pleasant, and besides
not half as
addictive as these
cigarettes and
yawns and cheese
and you’ll
unceremoniously let me slip atop the heap
of things relegated
to the realm of forgottenness
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