I’m not going to
watch you leave
but I’ll revel in the fact
you’re gone ...
I’m not going to say
goodbye
while I bask in the silence
heard ...
I’m not going to speak
your name
but I’ll covet what stays
unsaid ...
I’m not going to return
your love
while throwing our tryst
— to the wind
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments4
A poem that says one thing but implies another. Nicely composed my friend
Thanks so much.
Most welcome Kurt
You style is so clever and well thought out, always says so much in few words, enjoyed the read
Thank you, again.
You are very welcome
Wonderful job with this poem, Kurt, that says more than what it seems to on the surface!
Thanks again, TR.
You are most welcome, my friend!
A stark, minimalist farewell; each clipped stanza sharp with restraint, yet laced with quiet triumph. The repeated refusal (“I’m not going to…”) turns absence into empowerment, while the final image casts the relationship adrift with finality. A concise, cutting release carried off on the wind.
Eloquent, thanks.
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