Goodbye's too good a word

all roads are closed --

could i have done better?
i'm not your passenger

anymore

no more grey skies

disappearing in your

charcoal eyes

hope you found someone

to help you disappear

to keep her mouth shut

and pick up

the early-morning
pieces of you

scattered girl,

stupid girl

with senseless fingertips

but your cut was so exact...

(you gave the knife its name)

me, i've lost all accuracy

my hands ache at the sight

i'm not your passenger anymore