My Poetry: Goodbye

Goodbye I turn the kitchen clock To face the wall, I cannot stand its tortuous, Mocking tricks, Its hands Clapping through the seconds Marking each minute Since you left. The wind howls; I howl. But it fails to drown Out the metronomic tick Of your last words Which bark, Like the black wolf Of loneliness, which prowls me As the sun blinks its last for the day. Huddled in yesterday’s clothes, I bury my face Into my hands. I can still smell your perfume, Still see your fragile smile, Twisted By the pain of goodbye, Those unholy splintered words. I feel it to, Now, As my mind softens with grief. Staring at the empty chair, The space on the floor Where you bags stood, An old hair band. Silent reminders you’ll be back Again, Someday.