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.
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about the writer.“Words are only postage stamps delivering the object for you to unwrap” (George Bernard Shaw) past tense.
January 2019
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