without
having to say,
“this is how”
,you said
splinters
against
the lid of my eye
,so I can say,
“this is how
dreams die.”
when you said,
“never”
,I felt remorse
for the eye
I had
given you
to see
the world
when I had kept the other
for me to see
you with.
I twist
my neck
past the bone
to watch you
leave
as my mouth swallows
your last kiss
as, “the final kiss.”
my cigarette burns
the empty socket
of where you had taken
my eye
so as to not see
you again.
even if you stood
still
how absurd for you
,in my dreams,
to be crying.