Nothing Left

Nothing Left To Tell You


His death stood between us like a growling dog.
Accusing, disbelieving. Dug in deep for settling scores
so far removed neither of us could remember one.
I wanted to say “It’s really all gone” as a question.

To say, for all your goodly sums, my careful spells
and long love he repelled too far out away from us,
breaking his rope anyway.

I wanted to say thank you. For him.
Brought in a time of goodness. A goodness brought that boy.

But I could only look at you, for the last time.
The goodbye already burst free and flown from my heart.
The profanity of his death cut deep into my soul.

So I turned away, small and heavy.
With the only thing left. Carrying away with me all the words
we will never again have between us.