I had just failed to see

your scheduled parting,

the swift tearing apart

from flesh, love and desire.

It was just one moment

in a never forgotten day

when all pieces came together;

the days of persistent silence,

the messages blatantly ignored,

the meaningless, empty words,

all blended in a wretched puzzle.

And though still next to me somehow

you were by choice already gone,

gone into the pursuit of other arms,

in the search of other smiles and beds,

on the prowl for excitement and lust.

I was not surprised when you left,

I had already said my painful goodbye.