This is my goodbye:

A moment, isolated
frozen in a mirror dimension
glassed in cataclysmic sunlight

a sliver of hope
a fading promise
a flickering, dying flame

no time left
to wish upon a falling star
nor watch your visage fade
in lightning’s breadth

I’d lived without,
a year before
won’t hold my breath
for closure

If you’re so blind
oh twinkling, little star
you cannot see the sun

I will not strain my eyes
to gaze upon you from afar
I have no wish today
but to see it done

Goodnight, withering love,
weeping vine who chokes

goodbye, you smoldering ash
ember in the gems
which once speckled eternity

now, relegated to waste
when I spend my nights
dreaming of what’s ahead of me