The Parting Poem by Megan du Toit
The Parting
The bitter taste of your tongue rings sore in my ears
Your hand's hardness pushing on my bruised spirit
Your eyes pierce as silent witnesses to my hurt
The length of your legs an echo of the distance between us
Your ears a sense of when to run from the words that I confess
The sharpness of your lips stabs me as you say goodbye
My senses numb
My growing ends
My mind collapses
My soul a-flight
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4/18/2024 3:44:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Powerful work catalogueing utter devastation. I usually abhor the 'He's gone I'm Gonna Die' genre but this piece is unique.