goodbyes

a few more
but nothing yet
why?

i feel dead inside
dead dry eyes like marcella

where did this nonchalance even spring from?
the only times i'm even remotely nonchalant is when i'm waltzing into compounds putting on such airs they just let me blow by, assuming i belong

let alone emotional nonchalance
thanks,
but no thanks

i want to feel
sad

now, in this moment
while we retain
relevance to each other

while we remain,
relative to each other

i feel like i'm taking it for granted
being frivolous with my assumptions that
it's not the end

but it is
isn't it?