Let Me Go.
my calendar shows only
dangerous hours kept:
(we charge by the hour you see)
the odd birthday silently
lost between blanks
of a little kept memory.
sometimes i break an
extra hour for lunch
but friends who called have forgotten my face
i try to make up
by writing them random notes
but they see honesty false couched in wordy lace
perhaps-
like my Sagittarian muse
tells me slow
if you wont leave this office
do let me go.
poem by Anasuya Balla
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