epilogue
i tried to write sadness, believing i
was breaking and penning your pretending
into being. i tried to read words into whys
that were never there, to make the ending
into something sincere. but no scribbled
image of mine can make dishonesty
worthwhile. i was unfolded arms, a tipple
for the road until the novelty
wore off. but you were not the force keeping
me whole, and i do not dream of oceans
to settle for the drizzle. i’m seeking
the kindness for me that you have stolen.
i end as i began– trying to grieve,
but feeling only solace as you leave.
03.02.2019
