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Departure
The commerce between you and me has ended.
We had time to haggle
In the small, crowded office on the harbour.
Nothing was too much trouble, and
We exchanged some items of lasting value.
I can't tell you when exactly I knew
That we wouldn't make our fortune together;
It was a look in your eyes
I saw once as I took your hand
And, I remember,
The colour of the curtains in the room.
You knew, when you began it, about
The cruel abandonment
When a boat finally leaves
With all its treasures on board.
So don't look at me
With eyes that cut me to the quick.
I have other seas to travel.
I love to feel the fresh wind on my face
And my boat ploughing the waves.
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