The Hardest thing!
Who knew that saying goodbye
would be easier than saying hello.
Carbon copies of wet paper dolls
we wave, elbows touching slight
-the alembic of former we to now me
and possibly you. That was the easy part.
I was ok with burying our
haphazardly-directed silent films with
Burying the “I love you”s
until I become deaf-mute
and the heart
becomes an empty shell
a killing joke.
I’m cool with that.
A little bit happenstance
mostly like clockwork
I fumble my way through a crowded room and
See your lines
(you used to dizzy me with your circles)
a drink but not me. Here comes the hard part.
Hello, you are real again
unfamiliar but alive, smiling,
tugging my sleeve–
it’s so cruel. The nonchalance is
and this 30-second earthquake
debilitates but it
passes. And then you pass.
I go on my way.