goodbye

may 16, 2025

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