The Heat of Goodbye

You left and it felt like summer

your goodbye radiated so much heat.

My body melted across the doorstep

an ice cream outline to a relationship crime scene.

You name left my mouth parched

so any response came out as a slow hiss.

Each word a cracked egg that sizzled

on the concrete of our living room floor.

I held out my heart and watched it slowly blister

under the glare of your exit.

You forced all the windows and doors open

so I couldn’t escape the heatwave

of your scathing footsteps as you walked away.

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