Hello, Goodbye.

Closed eyes have meaning.

When you drop your lids
It adds truth to your baby blues.
And breaks a glass bottle
Somewhere in my inner things.

Sometimes,
You'll be right there next to me
And I won't feel you.
At all.

Your hands will be tied,
Your lips will be pursed in denial.

You'll start a word with your entirety
But gulp it down
Before it reaches your tongue.
And I'll have known
There's a story left to be longed.

You'll look away,
Smile, pour a drink, deny.
And I'll find the hand that you almost
Reached out.

I'll sit on your body
Catching a whisper of a sigh
An acceptance, maybe.
You're terrified!

And I'll kiss you.

Not goodbye but hello.
Lay on your chest like there's no point
to tomorrow.

Love, there's no point to tomorrow.