I never belonged
In your world,
So I seek
Another.
I've seen what
I needed to see,
Said what
I needed to say,
Except... (I'm sorry)
It's my turn
To be selfish,
To leave without
Saying goodbye.
Let my fellow
Wanderers
Comfort you,
Too late.
© 2025 Edward P. Morgan III
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Although I had started it before, I finished this during Kitten*Con this year, primarily while watching the movie What Dreams May come. That might explain something.
When I read it aloud, the parenthetical is said at a whisper accompanied by a slow shake of my head. Make of that what you will. You'd probably have to hear, though I doubt you ever will.
I place the same caveat on this poem as I did on the original Death Note poem. It is playing with an idea, not an intention. Though in my personal philosophy, everyone has a right to checkout early. I believe Vermont and the Netherlands agree, at least to some extent.
I built this image from a picture of a “scroll” tied with a ribbon. The seal may look familiar to those who looked closely at the image for the original Death Note poem. I started with the same skull image, warped it to fit the scroll, rather than the drop of ink. The scroll is mapped with a parchment paper image and shadowed to give it dimension. The desktop and background may also look familiar. I lifted those directly from the original Death Note image to give even more continuity to the poems.
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