You’re wearing your last goodbye on your face like ***** clothing and she won’t look at you,
she won’t look at you because she loves you and looking means forgetting.
It means closing every door that leads to your hands and the bedpost notches on your spine.

The both of you will pass each other like lonely ghosts in the night,
except you held onto her wrist before she could leave and she stayed with you ever since.

She loves you so she won’t meet your eyes,
she wont unshackle her unsteady deer like legs to get up from the sofa.
And she most definitely will not tell you to go **** yourself for making her love you
or for not staying around for the collateral