(This is for you. I hope you'll understand why I had to cry after I hung up last night with the most bittersweet tears of my life, and that you'll finally understand one of my poems, though I'll understand if you don't because I haven't written one for let's see, two years.)

Goodbye

For the first time in our lives,
I can feel the carpet-path splitting at
the seams, unfolding ribbons
into regions I cannot see.

I hear it but it does nothing
for my eyes.

You are disappearing into
Happiness.

And while this makes me
wrinkle-smoothen all the mysteries
In one fell swoop in
so
much
joy,

You will say something now
from familiar material,
and yet I won't understand.