Reflection

the first drop

that lingers

delicately on your eyelashes

reflects

the world of pain

gnawing at my soul,

forcing me

to push the knife

in deeper

as I say goodbye.


that way I know

you won't miss me

that way

both our bridges are burned;

and with every dusk

that creeps slowly

I'll be the only one

to look back

and yearn.