On being run over

Let it be so
if it would change your heart
and mend the tear.
If it would help you to forget
we didn’t really fit,
and make believe that we could carry on,
and put us back,
then let it be.

If it would take away the hurt
and bring you quickly here,
concerned,
to this hushed space
where you might take my hand
and speak,
and hope I wouldn’t hear,
I’d go now to some busy street,
and lie down in the dust,
and wait.

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