He’s gone.
Three seconds on the clock.
The red wire
or the green.
Will I cut the right one
or will I explode
in tears
or in grief
over his departure?
No.
I’m fine
actually.
I took down his pictures,
but not because I’m angry.
Well, I am angry,
but not like I don’t want
to see his face again.
I’d like to see his face again.
It’s a good face.
Guess it was coming for awhile.
Everyone saw it but me.
Things I should have said,
didn’t see.
A trail of destruction
spread out behind me.
Like a god
with his hammer,
I destroy.
He asked me for a reason to stay,
but I was too long in finding one.
If you have to look,
the reason isn’t good enough
anyway.
I’m fine
actually.