When you leave, it’s like a thief with a grappling hook.
When you leave, it’s like a prisoner being dragged away in chains.
When you leave, I unravel like a waxed ball of twine.
Like a chain-linked fence.
Like an empty mind.
When you leave, my pen becomes a sword.
Armed but untrained I won’t be freed
from the manacles I once so rapturously fastened to the wall.
Emboldened by the end, the extra weight invites those cuffs to cut closer.
You are the man behind the curtain.
You are the giggle that escapes betwixt tragedy’s onsets.
You are the compelling force following the words “don’t” and “look.”
You are my worst nightmare.
You are my closest friend.
Your tongue is damnation.
Your eyes, salvation.
I never want to see them again.
I miss you terribly. Erringly. Well.
Now please go away and never come back.