[a sextuple tetractys]


i
can't seem
to forget
the pain you did
sculpt on my soul–you never used chisel.

the thing you used to carve in me are the
words you never
knew i longed
much to
hear.

the
words i
am aware
that you wanted
to tell, but you were never able to.

i heard lullabies that placed me to sleep.
music to my
ears–they were.
they will
be.

those
were what
your heart said,
"goodbye, my love."
finally, you have let me go, somehow.

somehow–because you left marks, like beggar,
you plead to me
to never
forget
you.