cause you're the worst at goodbyes
by alexcontreras
Never known what a goodbye was until I was too close to a fire.
Not in the same way I burned your sweater.
That didn't matter,
it didn't make it any better.
But, in a way where I felt the burn and stinging sensation in my eyes
and all I wanted was to pour water into it
to take out the fire.
That must be what it's like; for all those goodbyes.
I felt a familiar spark
like that night, as I left your car in the park.
You told me you couldn't have me in that way.
Those words burned me;
it stung me that I could no longer stay.
Who knew that night would be the last time I saw your face
and the last time you'd see mine.
I have never known what a goodbye was.
After all, you never once gave me the time.
You'd leave and you'd come
as you please.
No goodbyes or welcomes.
No hand waves or begging on your knees.
I have never known what a goodbye was,
so I never did let go.
But now I realize that goodbye
was hidden in everything I know.