Silent retreat...

Saw you putting things together
Into your bag of brown leather...
Old books of the poet...
Cassettes...cds...full of blood and sweat...
Saw you taking a few notes
Snippets of days with fitting anecdotes...
Saw you taking last sip
From the glass a potion red and deep...

With things tidied up
You closed the zipper's gap...
And then got ready
For the road you got steady...

Only saw by the back of your palm
You for once blocked your tears that did come...
You blocked nothing else
Only once your words failed
To break the silence vociferous
Words silent left layers
Of more silence...like a retreat
Down the empty depeopled street...
Perhaps an old song then played
Related to an alien star that met
Another star...a vagrant kind
Days which to you me did bind...

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