Already (poetry)

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It's time to leave already?
Where did the time go?
Why can't the time go on its own
and leave us a moment to ourselves?
Not just to ourselves, but for ourselves?

The day to leave already?
Where did the days go?
Why can't the sunset dream alone
and leave faded sunlight to ourselves?
Not just to ourselves, but through ourselves?

You say you're packed and ready?
Where did your stuff go?
Why can't your things just stay behind
and leave us our memories on shelves?
Not just left on shelves, but used on shelves?


I've gotten good at saying goodbye
and I've done well by saying farewell,
and clearly it's well and good that you leave
and that I stay.
I may not be happy, but I trust your "why",
the "how", the "what", and the "where" as well,
but it's the "when" I don't want to believe,
yet by today -
here and gone already?


The music's played already?
Where did the songs go?
Why can't we set it on rewind
and leave us the dances to ourselves?
Not just to ourselves, but with ourselves?

Your plans are sure and steady?
What do your plans know?
Why not let life cling to today
and leave these tomorrows to themselves?
Not just to themselves, but by themselves?

Tomorrow calls already?
Why trust tomorrow?
Why not take hold of yesterday,
and we'll hug it tightly to ourselves -
not just to ourselves, but in ourselves?


I've gotten good at saying goodbye
and I've done well by saying farewell,
and clearly it's well and good that you leave
and that I stay.
I may not be happy, but I trust your "why",
the "how", the "what", and the "where" as well,
but it's the "when" I don't want to believe,
yet by today -
here and gone already?


You said goodbye already?
Where did the words go?
Why do the words catch in my soul,
reduce me to talking to myself?
Not just to myself, but by myself?