beccy by me
i’ve made a habit
of watching people
walk away
from me
measuring distances
with my fingertips
calling out names
into the hollow cave
of my chest
swallowing ‘don’t gos’
and ‘please stays’
only to spit out
silence at the tail
of their footprints
i’ve made a habit
of memorizing goodbyes
like they were
the sound of my
mistakes playing
over and
over
like a broken record
of lingering
apologies i
often mistake for
a lullaby
but they never did
sing me to sleep
goodbye
is still a language
i have never known
how to speak
and leaving
is still something
i am teaching
myself to
be okay with
kai masa // memorizing goodbyes
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