Voyage
Jee Young Lee
The end comes with deliberation
And a good deal more emotion
Than I am prepared to admit.
We were friends, lovers of a sort
The kind that does not exchange
Bodily fluids
As an excuse for intimacy
The sort whose proximity
Necessitates the linking of shadows
A oneness that does not
Permit isolation but air enough
For breathing (at least I found it so)
And in me you became
A weed more beautiful
Than the flower overtaken.
Perhaps it is irrational
That I should want to be the one
To say those words first
That I should be the villain.
Your new life does not include me
Your ideal life scarcely
Vents my passage
Is it so strange that I should want
To die by my own hand?
To preserve the illusion
That you might return
Grateful that it was I
Who annihilated the bridge
Grateful for my oversights
For the splinters left.
The raft of my body
Remains in harbor
Waiting for your touch,
Your foot, to continue
The voyage we began.
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