Moving my things
out of this room
with pink wallpaper,
I see the pieces of cello tape
stuck on the wall
that once held our picture
from a November night street stroll.
One half of the cello tape
not ready to leave the wall,
the other half - pink,
with no adhesive power at all,
rattling in the air
thrown by the drowsy fan.
I know it'll remind you too of us.
Maybe it's time
to rip the cello tape
off the wall.
We couldn't be in love together.
Let's be free together,
shall we?
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