Leave now than later.

for a minute standing here is alright

in the mild torment of rainy winds

they carry only coldness to my skin

they feel alright for a minute

thereafter, my bones start failing to comply

an urge to run there, to that lone bulb glowing

and stand underneath it and just that

this home will be left behind me

for a little while

I will be looking at it from there

leave now than later.

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