This is where I leave you
Nestled in a soft piece of earth
No words hung in the air between us.
I leave you soft,
Departure without much sound.
Im always bursting with words,
But this doesn’t need any.
Your words were what you meant,
I just couldn’t hear it in action.
No reason needs to be hung across the suspended words without interlocking verbs.
I chose my own.
My unbridled hopes for you never choreographed how I moved.
I carried hollow wishes that made my feet heavy as I still trekked forward.
Hope stopped feeling like iron boots a while ago.
Now, its almost nothing.
some gossamer I lay beside you.
I’m not sure if its leaving when I was never claimed,
Just that this is the spot,
a tender spot,
where you become a permanent past tense.
We are an epilogue now,
no longer bound by the same spine.
I’ve sewn a new one,
A strong one.
It’s all mine.