last look

it hurt much more at first

to let you go so quickly

your physical being

and the identity I created

the person I made you into

four years disolve into abyss

suddenly you have become

nothing more than a name

people whisper casually in passing

while glancing my direction

I loved you, I spent so much time

which now feels painfully wasted

on being who you you wanted

the perfect temporary girl

beautiful and obsolete

and when I tried to talk to you

my words sunk between us like stones

hit the concrete ground with a thud

and vanished with no apology

I could see the empty in your eyes

and even after that afternoon

I saw you, you called my phone

once a month, asking to meet again

every time I swore it would be the last

I give in so easily

there should have been a Last Look

in the library, on the second floor

I stood peering down from the stairs

cheeks red with promise of tears

"Goodbye Jack"

that should have been the last time

and now you are gone with dignity

you run away holding all my cards

and I remain the fool another day

still waiting for your message