You walk 
without
saying
”goodbye”

I go to my calendar
and rip out the last month 

I proceed:
chewing,
spitting, 
straightening, 
wadding,
throwing,
stomping,
straightening,
folding

And it’s a broken swan
a futile warning
to other time frames
and
ive tasted every day 
marked “with her”

Next to the recycling bin
a box of calendars
says the same