Goodbye

Bittersweet
Or simply sad?
Bitter implies regret
Maybe in the heart of all endings, there lies a pool of resentment. That word.
That sullen expression
Those chewed lips, held back tears
“We do not have to say goodbye”
“Must I cut you from my life?”
That tripe about chapters seems so trite

Shall we stay and hold and hold and hug
And do it all again?

Nod.
Duck your head. Too late its coming – arms are out, chests will bump, smiles imprint, words to cloth, fabric absorbs, it’s the brain it missed.
Walk. Walk Away. Quietly, Smoothly.
Lock eyes for a moment, then bow out.

But that is rude and crude and cruel, to be bright eyed bushytailed 90% of the time
Then at the last hurrah, your inner subtlety like a fountain springs from a solid well
We thought we knew you. You we recognise. Always familial, demure was never your
Style

Thos parting words, how naff, how weak
“See you soon?” No you won’t.
“Have a good time” A good time at life?
“Have a nice life” What a fucking word. To sum up a life as “nice”. I wish you blessings and fruitfulness, how the hell does nice sound now?

Hollow inside. Teardrops like water running down the smoothest of shells. Sometimes the hug is tight the emotions raw, Often I want to kick them through the fricking door. Avoid the eye. Miss the tears. Have no empty platitudes
To fall on deaf ears

What follows. Numbness. Something is not lost, a cord is merely broken. For those who feel with red raw hearts, the world does not bounce back. You can look at times, missed, swooped by
You have gone wonting
That slice of life in this arena
What it means to feel. So much.
Your skin breaks and red ropes
Of love
Roll
Slippery. From that tell-tale heart
Beating even under
The floorboard
Of rationalism

I don’t like the word. I don’t like the sentiment. I don’t like the act. Why not duck it all. Collect that which is yours. Mock a royal wave. Smile a rueful smile. Wryly shut the door.