Goodbye
you are more of a stranger now
than before we even met
i should throw out the memories
fold your name into a paper airplane
and fly it south
it’s just an ache i can do without
i don’t even want to think of you
i want you expunged from every crevice
effaced from all my floors and walls
i want you completely scraped off of my existence
because i can’t deal with all the residue
leftover crumbs of a sour love
yet my heart begs “just one more hour, love!”
but i can’t bear another second with you
so here it is, my last gift to you:
a final farewell, a heartsick adieu
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