Too Tired For Goodbyes

Too Tired for Goodbyes - 9/8/2020

I kept your pictures in the box
Behind my shelves. I hid the little
Objects you gifted me before you 
Decided I proved useless. Your words
Still creep beside the holes in 
My conscience, never letting me forget.

You left. They forgot to tell me this.

It took until I felt your cold bed. Until
Your coffee mug grew covered in rust.
Until I no longer recognized the footsteps
Of the empty body shuffling in the 
Living room. It took until you were gone
To notice we were dying.

I pretended you held no residence in my 
Present. Since you were over, I could
Begin. But no. I lied. I lied too much.
I lied when you were still mine. The lying 
Might’ve been the thing to convince your 
Skin to decompose in the spot in which 
You promised you loved me.

Or you could’ve just grown too tired.  
Too tired to give Goodbyes. 

Lipogram Letter A – Emile Pinet
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Allison Avatar
September 15, 2020 at 7:56 AM
aww such a sad scenario Jordan, many congrats on your win:-) hugs jan xx
Pinet Avatar
September 14, 2020 at 9:38 AM
Congratulations Jordan, your poem earned a distinguished place in my contest. This was one of the hardest contest I’ve ever had to judge, the quality of the poems entered were outstanding and yours was one of them, well written my friend, Emile.
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace