On Saying Goodbye To A Special Acquaintance.

[Sparkydashforth]

I like the antique flavor of this work, but feel it is overwritten,
especially in the opening lines.  For instance in L1 'infinite' seems affected.
On L6 'accursed' feels too theatrical.
In many poems the use of "tis" would annoy me, but here,
and in this overall context it feels appropriate, in fact
that whole section f0llowing adds color and a new energy to the poem.

You have employed some insightful observations also, so good stuff!

On Saying Goodbye To A Special Acquaintance.
 
Released toward infinite limbo my mimic’s hand
Parts and cries with the palm it craves and
Plagiarises with every breath. She takes
And makes a newfound exit, few mistakes
Shake her path, unlike mine, confined;
My accursed time unwinds with wine,
For now we’re lost, stuck in the vestibule
Never to progress to the feast, cruel
That we are never to reach beyond
Our first door’s welcome. Abscond
To cowardly safety; ‘tis not for I-
I die, in a different manner, my eye
Bloodshot; yours bland as butter,
Hear the sandy wind, the mild mutter
Of an unfulfilled, complacent life
Upon your conscience; heavy, rife.
Your doing, your will; your brow
This is upon. I’ll leave you. How?
I do not know. Ciao.