The Unsaid Goodbye

Becomes more vivid

your face,

your smile

Your calls

and laughter,

louder it gets.

It rained fire,

when our mouths opened

hurling what I regret now,

those arguments

pierce like a dagger, they do.

I can’t apologize now, can I?

for letting the situations become stronger than us.

The slur,

they like my voice,

from that grazed throat,

by that tacit pain.

I should be OK now,

only that I am not.

Searched I have, for someone to love me as you did.

Close enough, he is,

I found someone.

He is nice.

Are you even listening, Papa?