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