I Am Not At Home With You Anymore Poem by RIC BASTASA

i do not intend to waste some words anymore
the images have become too hazy
lacking the particulars of the eyelashes and the
capillaries
the roots are too short and few
on this very shallow soil

the rain has come and the tree with the small
touches of the wind
shall be uprooted
there is no more dignity to this
no honor possible

you pack up and leave
goodbye is not even a word anymore
it is just the usual hand waving aboard a boat
with no known destination