four

This just might be the time

for me to say goodbye,

farewell,

my confidant,

my friend,

my lover,

my destroyer.

For far too long

you have drank

from my fountain

of youth,

free of charge,

bottoms up.

Your immense thirst

drank

but the very last drop

of me.

And with no moisture,

cracks began to show

on the walls of my being.

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