goodbye is more sure than love
ink fades, and with it every name
goodbye is more cruel than blissful fading
a night that does not rise with sun

people seem more honest in silence
accusations hang a man with words
when a broken neck might be (truly) sweeter still.

goodbye is hate’s right hand
pigments wither into parchment until
goodbye is the cruel image remembered
a day left behind on a warm seashore.

people are more honest in silence
accusations rape a man with words
when murder might (truly) leave him more free.