so you're leaving
do you expect a party?
a card?
me to cry and beg?
I am out.
fresh out!
don't ask or give me that look,
or even expect me to summon some type of lament.
some wire mixed insists on progenated indignation,
a type of feline frustration that eagerly ignores.
You know I adore you,
you know that when we are alone
there is a tenacious bridge built between monuments.
that we finish each other's themes,
that there is a tender-energy that takes over in its capacious generosity.
You know all this yet you demand.
you detest here
where i find it fond.
some young shoot that grew,
you so glibly break in the name of self interrogation.
never will it sprout the same,
never will the veins drain to the same breaths and woes,
the same joys and sleeping tender surrender.
all i have is this:
me
in front of you,
my face in your hands,
all worth it,
all done with cause and fierce inclination;
stay.