I can't even remember now when I first wrote this one, but I do know it was among the batch I sent out in the early 90s. 'Twas never published in a zine.
I stupidly didn't record the details of the image I used for the background above, but I know I obtained it from Pixabay.
Goodbye
Raindrops pelt the windowpane,
Tracing mirrored silver lines
Like the sorrowed tracks of tears.
Taillights glitter in the dark
As you pull away from me;
Love lost to the raging storm.
Thunder rolls like a drumbeat,
Following the shouts and sobs;
Stubborn pride now turns to pain.
Lightning reveals a sad face
Pressed against the murky glass,
Braced against the bitter truth:
Goodbye's too late for sorry.
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