No Goodbye

He stood.
Should he stay
And say
Good­bye?
Ignore the lies?

How­ever cruel she had seemed,
How­ever fool­ish he had been.

He couldn’t go; couldn’t tear
Him­self from her aubern hair,
Her Atlantic eyes, her smile.
(That smile
Which all the while
Had told him lies)

Everything about her
Everything
Held him back.
He couldn’t pull him­self away;
He had to stay.

Now he turns to go.
His heart screams:

No!

But his head tells him leave,
Though he may grieve
For someone still liv­ing.
(But someone never caring
Or giving)

He turns to walk away
And won­ders:
Will there be a day
When he looks back on this

Detached?

Can he take that first
Step
Towards best or worst?
Hap­pi­ness?
Loneliness?

He steps.
He sees her stand­ing, wet and cold,
Eyes glisten­ing with tears and lies untold.
He thinks of all the sad­ness, all the pain
He stops.
Looks back.
And turns away again.

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