Last words escaped my lips
without thought of endings.
They hung upon bitter clothes pins,
blowing against us, dividing us.
Pain had me speaking without edit.
I wished to wound you thinking it would heal me.
I thought my goodbye was merely temporary
and I ran from you, the sulfur of my tongue.
Goodbye, two syllables of affliction,
has haunted me with its finality.
I didn’t know that day
would be a grave where I buried love.
It had died before those words
escaped my lips.
My spirit knew, but my heart
was never one to listen beyond a dream.
Last words, brittle grief
crushed into my memory.
©Susie Clevenger 2012
Written from the digital art prompt titled "Last Words"
provided by Vanessa Matthews at Ordinary Life...Less Ordinary