tabula rasa

People come and go:
silently, knowingly, or
in oceans of noise
lightning quick and
unwittingly slow;

but know that i will
wash you off myself,
drain to the past, eyes to the
now: doe-eyed

i will leave your place open
for another. starting over,
with old spaces for new
faces, the door shut
behind you.

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