Situations when "goodbye" won't do
I am always losing things.
my cell phone.
I can never remember where I put anything, ever.
What is life anyways,
but a series of inevitable and prolonged goodbyes?
I am always searching for you,
under my bed,
in the hall closet
folded up in my pocket,
hiding behind a newspaper on the Metro.
--but I can't ever find you, or remember exactly when it was that I lost you.
Know that I am forever chasing your car down the street,
until I am completely winded,
glancing up to catch my last view of you,
soaring off into a void of empty, black Darkness.
I will be in the same spot when you return.