�The Long Goodbye�

�The Long Goodbye�

A Poem by Steven Pottle

One more door to close
Pretending again to be invincible
Further e-mails to ignore
Another weekend to be invisible
It all comes too naturally for me as you suddenly realise
That you are the latest in a long line of people that are forced to say goodbye…

No more mad birthday party dances
No more breathless wrapped surprises
No one there to take chances
No one near to lay beside us
It’s happening again as they look to locked doors and wonder why
Yet another who’s unsure of what just transpired, but was forced to say goodbye…

Please come to mine and I make this clear on the invite
I’ll leave the lights on so that you know that I am inside
Gripped by sudden submission and that terrible caution
So I have to stay hidden away and I’ll die if you try to ring the doorbell again

I hate the stilted chit chat but crave the human contact
Beating myself up as I hear you back away from the doorstep
What’s the harm in letting another someone in?
Well I guess I’m scared of getting hurt
So I have to be the one to finish it first…

And I guess I’m making you the next in line of all those that I force to say goodbye.    
 

© 2008 Steven Pottle


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Heart-breaking and brilliant!

Loved the phrases 'sudden submission' and 'terrible caution', and the 'chit-chat' 'contact' echo in one sentence.

And of course it gives an all too painful insight into some of what you're going through.


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Steven Pottle
Steven Pottle

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