How I Said Goodbye

By Kaitie O’Hare

I couldn’t count the eyes on the ground
When we met for the last time.
Instead, I let your tongue blacken,
Harden and leather,
Watched while you tried, but
Failed to say what I knew.

I couldn’t see past the lilacs,
Anchoring everything but you,
Blood line.
They say sound stays the longest,
Letting our lasts rest
In the crooks of our ears.
So I ask
Who left the lilacs?

Who left the lilacs?

While your chest, warmth,
Air goes,
Goes, goes, goes—
Who left the lilacs?