By tomorrow I will have lost four pieces

of my head: four diamonds, two of which

have yet to emerge;

four relics that have grown inside me;

four friends which have stuck with me

through depression and heartache,

through thrill of stage lights and applause,

through anger and haste

and a five hundred twenty five word apology

to a girl I haven’t seen since.

Tomorrow I part with these old gems,

and I’ll be none the wiser.

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