three loves dead
I stared as long as possible.
Trying to capture every freckle and mole on his
face, shoulders, chest, stomach
because I knew I’d never rest beside him again.
I do not want to drown
Letting you go
admits the cruel fact
that I must endure being alone.
I must knife through every single rope
the Fates binded us with.
I must choke away any tender attachment,
every cherished touch, kiss, look.
Because if I don’t,
if I can’t let you go,
then I will drown
and I will die.
Just not there
I cry when I leave you.
Not because I love you so dearly that it hurts to part,
but because I feel nothing.