When He Left Without a Goodbye, poetry by Bala at Spillwords.com

When He Left Without a Goodbye

When He Left Without a Goodbye

written by: Bala

 

It has been two seasons and three nights since you are gone, without a farewell, a wave of hands, and without a word to bid me goodbye.

The void you left, as huge as you – I hear you call me mean, I feel you twist my arm behind me, leave you moron it hurts! – a wound, still raw and deep.

I remember how you made me laugh, how you made me laugh harder, hardest, the rest I do not voice; I laughed you, breathed you, now how do I paint you black?

My eyes cry you, cry you a river, on days that remind me of us, every day that is, and I cry a little harder; my tears witness my tears, until they desert me to dry up.

I look up at the clouds to see you sit up there, a mischievous smile playing on your lips rearranging words to make a different language to tell me the same lie. Goodbye!

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