lone; without company; companion l e s s .
and you say nothing because you don't know the words to say;
and you know that the wrong thing, said, would become a regret;
and you wonder who invented the word 'goodbye', and whether
the first syllable is a kindness or a lie; and you think that if you
had hours and a pen, perhaps you would be able to find the right
thing to say; and perhaps you would not; but you do not have a pen,
or hours, just your lips and someone else's; and a kiss is too quiet to speak with;
or, i don't know, maybe it's just right; and you want to say a dozen things,
all of them like bridges, stone and iron, and wood, things that you
can leave behind & intact; and you want to say a dozen things,
all of them like breaths on a cold night, misting & then gone;
and you want to tear off your tie; and you want to throw your shoes at something;
and you want to be on a street of pinkpetaled trees, singing, voice resounding,
a song of carefree la and these days' easy joy; because they were such an easy joy;
and so full-feeling, her face; and so often hidden, her face; and you, dodging wry;
and skipping stones; and lines on hands;
and then; and then goodbye.
brittney stephens.

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