You gave nothing back in your departure.
I wanted, needed words of comfort, love, wisdom.
I wanted you to use the word “love” just once
in our seventeen years of war, violence, scatless romance.
What a flat rock we created through the winds of nihility.
We germinated from different plants, different cracks you see.
I left it all behind garnering dreams, wishes, hopes. I made my way
back to reality and the cold steel of truth, painful, unhealing.
So have a great afterthought, afterlife, or afterbirth. It’s your call.