You're words fallen off a page
Pages ripped out of a book
books pulled from the shelf
My pages, My books, My shelves

Dear Long-Lost-Tourist,
You seem confused as to how
You seem to wonder why, where
It seems you have no clue

You're blood dripping on the floor
You're the 2 degrees in a high fever
You're the things the world has
but nobody'd miss

You're words cut from my tongue
letters unfamiliar to my eyes
signs weird to the touch
& I guess, I wish, I think

This is me saying goodbye.