So hard to leave. Cliches turn new again
in your last week. The sky’s a smoky grey,
rain’s pearl. Leaves crackle. You don’t want to stay,
or split. Hot summer felt like the disdain

of the whole city, now it lets you part
as if reluctant, tugs with autumn strings
that fall fade echo. You have packed your things
in boxes. It is clear that from the start

it did not work between you. There’s a train
clattering beneath you. You won’t feel content
back home. You gave your heart, paid it as rent
deposit you will not get back again.

Yet worthy of the city you will try
leave it with love, spit in its heartless eye.


About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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One Response to LEAVING

  1. snaky_poet says:

    Had to come and find this after reading Leaving 2.

    I read that one as a metaphor – but I know this too, falling in love with a place as if a person. Beautiful sonnets, both.

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