goodbye

what is dead, must die again collection

this piece is apart of a larger collection that will be unfolding over the next couple of weeks. “what is dead, must die again,” feels like a debut and a homecoming. you can find the video talking about the full inspiration for this collection below.

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goodbye.

if we’ve said goodbye
the sun did not shine
and the birds sung no song 
the knowing curled and curdled itself in my belly
was no simple recognition 
was no easy acknowledgement

know my hands were shaking
and back was sweating 
could feel the beat of my heart 
in my ears

know that if we’ve 
parted and said no more
that i’d said goodbye 
to myself a hundred times
before i was ever to 
say goodbye to you 

m.