Goodnight Or Goodbye
when I am back between
you and my corner
and you look at me like that
is when I lose the illusion
of being anything more to you
than an object
I never know with you
goodnight or goodbye
it would not suit your mouth
to frown at my tributes
or to purse at my seriousness
I know this well
but I wish to never see you
laugh at me again
which will it be
goodnight or goodbye
if one of my breaths
were to rise warmly
through your pressing fingers
it would fog up your windows
as they always were
toward the dusk of winter
goodbye
Copyright © Greg Easley | Year Posted 2006
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