Just when I think the
Door has shut, no sliver of
Light spilling through,
I find myself saying,
"Goodbye."
Again.
The mind has calculated.
No more logic to be configured.
Emotions are wrapped.
Yet
My heart
Wrinkles.
A deep breath.
A spoken word to self
I wear the
Mask of apathy. Thick,
It covers more than I ask,
Even the part that
Aches to be
Realized.
Somehow.
And still.
Goodbye again.
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