I hear you, message received
No worries, I’ll quietly leave
After all, who needs a pest?
I hear you, and distance is best
Forgive my heart pushing so much
I guess its best that we never touched
Thank you so much for making me pause
For showing me the harm that I caused
Thank you for being someone I could trust
And now its time I learn to adjust
Farewell then, my friend, your wishes I’ll heed
Just know I am here in case there’s a need
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
Sandie Angel :o)