Goodbye

GOOD-BYE

I no longer wash the places I felt you touch me,

I no longer clean my tears when I think of you and me.

When I remember us, my mind is paralyzed,

It sinks in defeat; my soul is victimized.

But something tells me you want me too.

It tells me you miss me too.

My numbness has faded, I am left with stinging pain

And when I think of our kisses, I miss the rain.

But when I think of all our quarrels, I believe this is the consequence.

So, I write when I’m aching; to manage this abstinence.

At night I am sleepless, without you, I’m out of my mind.

And when it’s daylight, it’s only sheets my hands can find.

I'm not good at this; telling you how I feel.

I’m better at locking it up, but I’ll tell you still.

I want your touch, your smile, yourself.

I want to return to you; as a book to its shelf.

I miss those glances we stole in public

Glances that caused me to stumble and made my knees weak.

The things I miss, I cannot speak them all

Because if I do, then I erase them all.

I would reserve some of them, in my heart

where they won’t be erased until death do us part.

But is this what we’ve become?  A series of memories?

A sea of uncertainties, a stream of fake formalities?

I wish you would not do this- I am not a stranger.

And if you have to refuse, I wish you would remember,

Nights in short buses, stories in the dark, a kiss on shoulder.

Tenderness and quiet sighs.

Softened and silent goodbyes.

It hurts to feel this way, but I wish you farewell.

When, anyway was goodbye an easy word to tell?

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This is a beautiful heartfelt poem Jessica. To open up your heart in such a way is not easy and very vulnerable. But art can at times ask of us to reveal pieces of ourselves in order to make our audience understand the pain or hurt we feel. Thank you for sharing your poem with us.