Denouement
By onemorething
Wed, 24 Jul 2019
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I could only cry
like a dripping tap
at first, an occasional drop
would splash down one cheek
noisily, but then it would stop
for weeks at a time. Now I leak
like dew that evaporates to steam
under the morning sun.
Did you weep?
I wept only for myself.
I shed nothing for him,
my eyes flinch at the idea -
the tears inch back up my face,
retracted.
No lamentation, no wailing,
no lies, no black dress of formalise
and normalise and he wasn’t that bad.
No painting on of sad. What a loss.
Raise a glass. To my arse. Thank you
for coming and pleased at the turn out.
None of that for me.
My words do not recoil, reeling.
I am unknotted with this ending,
released.
Image from pixabay.
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