Last Goodbye [Poem]

This house is full of ghosts
You staring blankly from your pillow
like a translucent photograph behind glass
How unfair of me
the tables suddenly overturned on you
still the shock of surprise on your parted lips
I can hear you crying from across the city
the honest ache of departure ravaging your skin
and how difficult it was
how terribly difficult
to see you dangling at the end of the phone line
crying for rescue
and with the sharp edge of my words, I cut you off
For the depth of the fall
I cannot see you coming back
and now I have told everyone
confessed to the crime
so that we will not remain faceless and innocent
but irreversibly broken
and dead forever

From the book "Being" by Amber Jade
Copyright 2000 Amber Jade