i can’t say the words choking my throat,
nor let go,
as you walk over the threshold
to a brighter life.
dare to miss you
produces cracks, splinters
my broken heart.
would you miss me?
think on our laughs, intimacy,
am i left with skeletons of the past,
hidden away in a broom closet,
in your brilliant mind?
no. i’d be forgotten, in the gray memories,
as you face the glittery, new city
teeming with fresh, alive faces.