Goodbye

I heard her go

before the door hinges moved

and I let go before there was a door.

She was always smiling

her deception was sensational

while laying stone by stone

between our highway hymns,

and we’re trapped in different songs deadfalls.

I don’t need a hero.

I just need my coffee and whiskey,

my morning cigarette and toke

as I sit between the angels;

they kiss my face as twilight concludes.

Your silence was deafening

as you propelled your wrecking ball.

Why should I expect ‘goodbye’

when you don’t even call.

Oh, but you don’t believe in goodbye.

I go temptation dancing,

I write libraries with what I learned,

like I know you know you’re fucked

before you'll let that bridge burn.