I didn't kiss him goodbye.
But instead, what I should have, more--

What is a kiss?
--but a token, just a token
so easily given
so easily stolen
and quickly forgotten
So often a liar
Too often the communicator of mere lust--
which would not have been
...appropriate.

I have no name for this;
perhaps he did, but he never told me
(yet I saw it in his eyes)

No--
I didn't kiss him goodbye.
But, something--
lasting?
Something I didn't know how to--
apology? gratitude? No.
My tongue, my mind are entwined with this dark web;
I cannot speak
(did he? I thought I heard)
but only, to hold him as I did.

I didn't kiss him goodbye.
But instead, what I should have, more.


Because I...
(I wish I could say)