no farewelling
- dark city
Exit.
He slides his thin socks over the unclean so whitened feet
Then his worn shoes
His grimy trousers, threaded with string
Hung off him.
Stiff
Then a smeared jacket
Over a shirt with two buttons
A glance at the mirror showed washaway eyes
No watch for the telling
No ring, no faith, no compromising lies
All love gone
so
No farewelling
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You coined ‘farewelling’ and ‘washaway’? I’ve put the former in my box of stolen words.
I wrote that for a competition years ago and didn’t send it –