Sleuth

A Poem

Photo by Khaled Ali on Unsplash

goodbye
didn’t feel like an ending
when the deed was written in stone

goodbye
didn’t feel like such a bad thing
when the motion was cast in a different light

goodbye
didn’t feel like such a missive
when the daylight caught every disrespect

goodbye
didn’t feel like such a tome
when it was just like this, just like this, just like this

and you sigh over a mismatched suit —
it wasn’t meant to be, it wasn’t meant to be —
till your eyes cast doubt on another moment unmatched

hello
feels like something you can do again
in the span of a second night yielding

hello
feels like something you can cast away
in a pile of tried and true encounters, delivered

hello
feels like something you can dream anew
in the tide of a sleeping notion — alive, alive, alive