As I sat down in the old recliner.
Lost in a hazing somewhere-place,
You spoke to me.
Your green eyes ever turbulent with distress,
Your smile faded,
Your t-shirt torn.
You talked to me,
and asked me to forgive you,
for leaving without ever saying goodbye.
And I pictured you,
In the darkness,
a hesitant blob of self-fullfilling prophecy.
And I forgave you,
but I can’t tell you that-
Because you’re gone.