Move on, says the bystander
and so I do
being essentially
accommodating at heart.
I know about starting anew
having done it so many times
there’s no beginning
to the ending
only a continuum
of arrivals and departures.
I escape with grace
long before you have time
to regret the whole incident
or call in the carpet cleaners.
And every time
I leave behind
the detritus of
a temporary
meeting of minds
or merging of flesh
the empty wrappers
of spent desire
frayed husks
of misplanted
seeds of discontent.
Today I left my wings
next to a dust bunny
under your chest of drawers
where you keep your heart
nestled between a stack
of clean handkerchiefs
and seven folded red flags.
I won’t be back for them, so
please find a suitable donor.
I both identify with this and fear this… profoundly moving RG. Always love your poems.
cheers,
Melissa
You are so frighteningly precise about yourself and your language and ideas – I wonder if you know how connected so many feel to you? Or if it matters?
Hope you will come back and share more soon.
X
haunting..this touched deeply. “a continuum of arrivals and departures”.. and those who are left behind, knowing you won’t be back for those wings.. sometimes its easier to leave, than to be the one finding a donor!
RG, please forgive the alter-email. Its such a small place. Your writing is exquisite – I’m going to miss my flight home at this rate, can’t stop discovering new treasures.