Dusk dances in on
the coattails of a whispering breeze,
while you continue to
shut me out.
Protestations claw their way up my throat
and through my teeth,
pleas that become no more than
lost in the sea of glass
you’ve forced between us.
I am reduced to a shadow of breath,
heavy with desperation.
My shaking hands reach out to you,
fingers failing to find purchase in the divide.
Above me the sky becomes a darker shade of grey,
roiling with the emotion of pregnant clouds
crashing into one another,
crying out and trying
not to weep.
Your eyes, so empty this whole time,
remain so as you turn
and drift away,
disappearing into the folds of darkness
that used to be the folds of sheets
against our naked skin.
My cheeks are wet
but I leave them alone,
a salty goodbye
filled with all the sorrow of the sea.
The wind blows again,
more insistent now,
tugging at my hair and my heartstrings.
It’s closing time,
and the rain has begun.