Some life experiences bring a finality and an inner chaos that would not relent. Hence the jumbled imagery and tones. Hope the points carry across, subtle or otherwise.
In there somewhere was goodbye
Shoulders slump as footsteps fade into
the darkened hallway; out of sight.
Then a click-sound of a door, shut;
punctuates a chest-heaving full-stop.
Regret now seeps across the
tidal plain, waiting in vain hope
for a reverse ebb that doesn't arrive.
Regret, only regret remains:
Strain and hear that inaudible sigh
as you lock lips in silhouetted embrace;
It was the kiss of a toxic cocktail--
It's the burnt smell of rubber
that lingers thick in the air after
the smoldered wreck on the road.
It's the ping of a pin dropping
after a grenade had been lobbed
and the afterthought of my diving --
But did I dive to shield you or
was it to duck out of the way?
Regret is the sound of pebbles
tapping off a casket lid as they
bounce from a cascade of apologies.
Still that door clicks shut -- the last time.
Your footfalls fade into the bright,
searing light of the pain that is left behind.