I can live with my cat
For two years+ alone
I can tell you goodbye,
After you come to lunch.
With each hour it gets harder.
Goodbye after 24 makes my tongue a brick full of needles.
Needles that cannot sew my tears inside.
Goodbye is every fear,
And every tension
That never goes away.
Every bout of major depression, on its worst day,
Rise back up
To choke the wind out of me
For hours and days
After I’m already blue.
I tell my self this too shall pass
I will become strong enough one day
To make this pain no more than a flicker
But each goodbye, punches back up to remind me who I am.