She left without saying 'Goodbye.'
Not even 'I'm glad I knew you', 'I'm sorry
it has to be this way', 'Let's stay friends'
and never one
'Goodbye'.
No second glance, no teary eyes
no final hugs or sad smiles to numb
the blow
she struck at my core. No double takes, or
'Fare thee well's to loosen the pain; no parting wave
and no last chance
to dull my shame.

This is the bed we last slept in
this is my shirt you once wore
this is the bathroom we shared
that is the front entrance - you slammed the door.

I call and scream and yell and thrash your name against the stars
but you play deaf and cut off sense and trash my world down hard.
I can feel your harpy-smirks pierce and laugh bullets to my face
as I spin into unraveled seams, bursting headfirst to floor in haste.

Minutes weigh me
down, when I picture her
walking
away, to somewhere
someplace she saw
in a news-print
heading - far, further
from us and
me.

'But she didn't
she never
not even once--'

Goodbye.

Here is a hand that stroked you in bed
now it's a fist - it curses your death.
Here is a mouth that brushed yours with love
now it's a sneer - it sings for your blood.

My pulse beats and pounds and burns as my skull recoils and writhes
inside raw flashes of misery - where I snap and seek to cut this life.
And if it be, then I'll quit sleep and rest until I've run and thrust it all to Hell
where I'll grin and gnash red teeth on the remains of all I hunt and felled.

Not one
syllable
echoes her,
in my mind.

Not one
verb,
noun, or
interjection eases me
that she's okay,
she's doing well at least
for now.

There is a lamplight, it stutters and fades
now there is nothing - the words came too late.
Here stands a creature, disheveled and riled
now he slumps down - not man, beast but child.


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