Unspoken

"You’ll never see me again," I resentfully boasted-

But the words never left my lips.

Never was I a fan of goodbyes,

Nor of the formalities that people

exercise upon departures of sorts.

Perhaps I am a coward.

But on that particular morning,

I was a bit more drunk than usual,

and found myself wandering down a train track in the early a.m. hours.

I don’t know if anyone saw me

in such shameful condition,

but in my intoxicated emotional whirlwind

I wholeheartedly believed I was invisible.

*Except for that fucking dog that kept barking at me.

And then I wandered off

Down to the river bank,

Collapsed on the ground

and watched the cold billow from

my breath like smoke.

I sat for a while before I came to my senses,

I managed to clumsily fall on the tracks 

and bruise my knee...

and somehow make it home to my bed.

When I woke, many things had changed,

But one thing stayed the same:

I knew that he really wouldn’t ever see me again...