Goodbye

The understanding of impact hurt more than the landing
My foothold lost in battles for self
So I drink my last vice from chipped glasses
Hoping I won’t cut my voice
I thank pain for telling me I’m alive
Wandering about in waking powdered dreams

Not that you can count on me to do more than collect your tears

Strike me hard to remind me you love me

I am stained & only seem brave
I have known so many homes
Wrapped in canvas & sawdust
Bundled in straw & manure

Because you have been my home
Like child
Like the eye
Like blood
Goodbye