the language of goodbye.

we always had
our own language
an organic communication of
two souls so
intimately intertwined

but now I find that
among all of the
words we invented to
express and explain the
magic between us
we never had
a word for
goodbye

so how
do i say
goodbye
when my
soul only
knows
mine
yours
us
love
forever
...
i am destined to
live on this island
alone
looking for your face in
every crowd
feeling your absence in
every picture
waiting for you to finish
the sentence
the song
the story of us

waking up to the haunt of
your face
your embrace
your taste in
every fucking dream, then
facing another goodbye with
the dreadful realization
over and over
morning after morning
day after day
year after year that
you
are
gone.

the lie behind my smile is
the lump in my throat
the gaping void in my mouth where
goodbye was supposed to go.
i am cursed to this island
where my best hopes were hung
the abandoned native who
alone knows this tongue
​
i shall die here with
my hand on my heart
this song in my soul
your name on my lips.