Over the past few miles of my life
I’ve been dropping friends
Like breadcrumbs
In case I ever had to
Find my way back
To when I was still happy.

There are no goodbyes
Only transitions
To our more distant positions
Multiplying sunrises by sunsets.
We became straight edged puzzle pieces
That slid apart no matter
How close we tried to be.

In the quietest rooms
We could be holding hands
But maybe it’s better
To just keep to ourselves.
And without you here
No one can remind me
This is a heartbeat
Not a time bomb
And these reds and blues inside me
Surely can’t be wires
Needing to be cut.

This is breathing
This is the tempo to the requiem
Because goodbyes don’t say ‘follow me’
And this is a heartbeat
This is a time bomb

I need to know
If you go
and I explode
Who will wipe me from the walls?