The Last Goodbye

Drawing of beautiful, sad young woman, titled 'Another Sad Love Song' by Lee WildeAre you staying?” I already knew the answer, the small, chilled word in my chest.

“No. I can’t.”

“You mean you won’t.”

A silent moment there, neither daring to touch the jagged edge. He stared down at his hands, beautiful, smooth. “I just can’t.”

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Gone

Last night in my dreams, I had drawn a tropical storm. Dark, menacing beauty. Gusts of charcoal rendered paper houses ripped and torn.

Then…combing my hair with my fingers. Ribbons of light in a darkened room.

“I have to leave soon.” he said. I already knew. “We could write” he began.

I touched my hands to his lips, “Sssh…” and the blue-grey cotton of his shirt, already feeling him gone.

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Years later. “It was never going to last. We were young.”

“We don’t know that.” he whispered into the phone.

Liar

I saw you together on Elizabeth Street and had never felt so alone. Walking hand in hand, you didn’t see me waiting for the three-one-one. She could have been me at 20 feet, 20 years ago. Closer, just a cheap facsimile. I really don’t understand.

Now I’m not sure. I’m not sure. I’m not sure what to feel anymore. I’m not sure what’s real and what’s not. Your heart is cold as your lips are hot…. tracing words on my neck with your  lying tongue, murmuring a soft hello, but I know, I KNOW your lying eyes have already said goodbye.

LIAR!!!!!!!!!!!!! Snaking your way into my bed! Messing with my mind!

Now I know NOTHING you ever said was true and the time has come, though I don’t know….

I just don’t know what to do with this knife in my hand.

Spaces Between Leaves

Scarborough Beach SunsetWinter branches sway. Glimpses of blue-gold sunkissed sky, gently swept aside.

Evening light recalls a summer night, alone with you on Scarborough Beach. Young, without a care… we decided we’d sleep there, under a blanket of stars and January moon. West Coast Highway a distant hum beyond the dunes.

Somewhere tonight its that night still. We’re asleep on the sand and the ocean is still and I still love you… in the fading light and the millions upon millions of tiny spaces between leaves.

The Lost

Earlier tonight I came across Austin Kleon‘s newspaper blackout poems

Intrigued, I thought I’d give it a go, but instead of an actual newspaper, I searched online for a magazine layout with sufficient amount of text from which I could hopefully distill an interesting poem.

Having found my raw material (below), I copied it into Photoshop and rather than blacking out all unwanted text, I erased the words I didn’t need.

The process took about 20 minutes and I think there could have been a couple of worthwhile interim poems….but I continued erasing until I was finally left with this… (click image to view larger)