No ***** hug,
No fleeting bye-bye kiss,
No friendly peck,
Not even a distant reassuring smile;
Perhaps my hope of you is over bloated.
Perhaps my blindness wouldn’t see

The mortality in you and my reason,
The dust and ashes in your bones.
But alas the phone rang!
A male voice croaky and laden with grief
Broke the news-your departure,
Leaving a vicious exit wound in my heart.