Fight or Flight

Poetry

I thought I knew you best until the day

you told me you were leaving, and it

was the first time I thought my heart

might pound out of my chest, the panic

rising, making it feel like I couldn’t breathe.

you said you were done, ready to move on,

and I couldn’t believe these were words

trailing from a mouth I knew so well,

from a face with bright green eyes that

I believed had spoken to me alone.

we lie to ourselves and try not to see

the signs as they unravel before us,

and I should have known from the way

your eyes no longer crinkled in affection

when you looked at me each passing day.

even now, I think of you and feel such

white-hot pain that sears through me

as if I’m dying or drowning inside-out,

and I know I should have been the one

to leave first, to avoid all this fresh pain.

it’s been a month, and I imagine if I saw