Goodbye Girl

The always leaving girl is gone,
and in her void, 
an unsettled darkness
descends in after-breath whispers
that evaporate into contrails
of discerning distraction
meant to delay inevitable loneliness
and returning isolation.
I not only mourn the loss of her leaving
but lament having to restart improbable tasks,
like sleeping through the night
and organizing my life in a way
that makes some sort of sense.

Goodbye Girl (first version)

The always leaving girl is gone.
In my still unsettled darkness,
after-breath whispers evaporate
into contrails of discerning distraction
meant to delay inevitable loneliness
and returning isolation.
I don’t so much mourn the loss
of her leaving
as I lament
having to restart improbable tasks,
like sleeping through the night,
or organizing my life in a way that makes
some sort of sense. . .this time.