The Dread Of A Dead Goodbye Poem by Sarah Hardin

The slope of your shoulders
I once dreaded,
The tip of your tongue
a wave of violence,
rushing towards my heart's core.

The hands that once held my world,
now shakes with rage,
I am alone to console my own
self pronounced pity.

Your abandonment so swift,
so subtle,
that I must of missed your goodbye.

I have learned to dread
the back of your head,
as I once dreaded the crook
of your beautiful smile.