Goodbye, love.
That’s all she wrote
on a tiny scrap of paper
left on the kitchen counter.
That’s the only warning
she gave
before she set my whole
world
aflame.
Her messy cursive
that loops through itself,
over and over again.
I read it hundreds,
maybe thousands of times,
just so I could hear her voice
in my head
one more time.
All she wrote
before she took her
leather suitcase
and disappeared
from the life we
were supposed to have.
All she wrote
was inspiration
to my downfall.
So yes, darling,
goodbye.
