i thought we meant more
than goodbye in a single word.
but only a solitary syllable slipped out of your lips-
and you walked the other way.
I tell myself I get sick it’s okay I go to the hospital I get better
needles seeking tragedy
tattoos that hide
under sleeves
blood rotten and bittersweet
ciao to the veins laced with low dopamine
I find comfort
In the rhythm of solitude
Soothing myself
In the absence of your lead
My toes
No longer contending with your ego
