The Proper Goodbye

It was Sunday
The day
Before Monday
Deadline Monday
At least this time
There were words

A Proper Goodbye
He called it
Is that what it was?
Is that what she had done?
There were never
Goodbyes
In her life
At least not
Proper Goodbyes
There was only
Scurrying away
In the night
                      Unknown
                      Undetected
                      Unstoppable
                      Until
Now
                      Until
The Proper Goodbye
Why was it
She wondered
Why was it
That she
Felt so
              Keenly
The umbilical
Link 

Why had not
She asked
Why had not
The Proper Goodbye
                                            Severed
That cord
That Resonant
           Vibrant
           Brutal
Chord
Singing from
The ring
On her finger
                          To his
Ringing
Across space
Across time
Across the
                      Proper Goodbye
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck
           The Proper Goodbye
What is
              Proper
In this
This ache
This longing
This empty hole
In the soul
That once held us
                                   Both
Proper
There is nothing
                                Proper
In Goodbye

 © S. Rogers 2008

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