An Unwilling Goodbye
Your ghost is the only thing you left behind
The wisps of smoke that I grasp at, only for them to disappear at my fingertips
Only to leave me unfulfilled
I almost wish you’d given me closure, I still ache for it sometimes
All you gave me in the end was the feeling that I’ll never be free of you
The memory of you is faded now
Just flashes of black and red
But those feelings… the feelings stayed
The feeling of my hair standing up on the back of my neck
The feeling of my stomach dropping off the edge of a cliff
The stench of sulfur lingers in the ice cold air
Like time is frozen
Like I’m forever stuck in that place, under your control
Your hands wrapped around my throat
Choking out what little life was left in me
And yet, I still loved you
-you didn’t even give me the dignity of a last breath
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Oh, the heaviness of each carefully used word string; feeling your suffocation, smelling the smells, and the contradictory things you’re begging for or feeling.
“The wisps of smoke that I grasp at” What an image.
Beautiful and sad.
Thank you! That means so much to me!!