i close my eyes
and the world
spins backwards
maybe five seconds
i hear the goodbye
again
the “eye” syllable
in the air
impossibly physical
bricklike
solid and hot
i close my eyes again
longer
and when i open them
you haven’t said goodbye
not yet
but your lips part
i shut my eyes
but even if i hold them closed
before i was conceived
before my cell split
for the first time
it would do no good
you never said goodbye
after all
it wasn’t a word you knew
I like this, Mr. Crow. Powerful images.
Thanks! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
The heart always hears the goodbyes before or instead of the ears. Molten pain. I loved this a lot; too much.
Thank you, Rose. I’m glad it spoke to you.