(dedicated to a few special people who are experiencing tough goodbyes)
Losing love; and then fearing falling
into a painful abyss of being forgotten
into the void
of where handholding once held fast
and not one but two as one
fill the empty seat
my nest craves for you.
Showing up, and then fearing dying
Insides crumpled up like paper disposed
where our story, written, and climatic
ends in wastebasket-bound
I shouldn’t have come.
Learning love; and learning to truncate
heartbeats and messy mornings
of bedsheet togas
and head-to-shoulder umbilical cords.
And those dewy eyes–
hurt you hurt me sucked.
Time to let go.
Tempering wounds; by enjoying those things
that used to be ours (like that one song)
as mine now (like those tears)
like tomorrow and thereafter