The long goodbye

Nothing would have happened,
nothing changed,
in the marrow of my bones
I know.

Nothing would have happened,
nothing changed,
partly me,
partly you.

Nothing would have happened,
nothing changed,
too much said and done,
undone, unsaid.

Nothing would have happened,
nothing changed,
too many years,
not enough tears.

Nothing would have happened,
nothing changed,
what is, is and
will be.

Nothing would have happened,
nothing changed,
and yet,
in the morning’s wee hours
I wish I had tried
before you began the endless slide
into the long goodbye.

6 December 2014
Manhattan, New York

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