Every Time We Say Goodbye

[sulizhen]

Jason’s turning on his side of the bed
as I leave the room with my suitcase
packed for the weekend: not a long trip this time.
I flick on the kitchen light. The cat’s used to this:
he doesn’t spring out back into the dark.
I pour ground beans into the percolator,
stroke Damien’s back as I wait for the coffee to fix.
He hasn’t slept all night, not

Comments

[hansel25]

did you write this? this is different from your usual style.

[sulizhen]

Yes. How would you describe the difference?

[hansel25]

Less stylized, more confessional.