You seem to disappear like ash in the wind.
I reach out, and just feel you crumple like news paper.
I want a perfect body.
I want a perfect soul.
Yours is gone now.
I saw it in your eyes,
felt it when you kissed me,
your old hobbies gone.
The man I fell in love with was gone.
You were leaving,
I was violated,
we never spoke,
there was neglect.
I saw a glimpse of you again after it was over.
The dust settled and then I ran into you as I was looking for her,
my heart stopped when I saw your hair,
and the sweatshirt I had always worn.
My lungs froze,
my feet didn't feel like they were moving,
my eyes were stuck in that perspective even though her and I were long gone and smiling in front of the camera.
When we never made eye contact I realized that there was something cold about you now, and that it wasn't my place anymore.
It just looked so much like you.
Could have sworn we were walking by the stairs again.
Your words haunted my dreams,
then your actions,
and then I woke up.
I realized that now, as I finish this chapter, that it was never you speaking to me in the end.
The person I fell in love with would never have spoken to me like that.
And I'm sorry that things ended the way they did,
but as a magician, you should know there's always a final act.
You were Houdini, I was your dove in the cage.
Little did I know you were trapped in a cage of your own a long time ago,
so little bird you are free now.
Under new sanctuary,
as am I.
And as a writer, I know chapters always end.
Yet it was my favorite so far,
so i'll fold the page before I leave.
Goodbye.
