goodbye, it's over

This is what ‘good-bye’ looks like

Somehow it seems to me to simply not be right;
The grass is green, there’s sunlight,
Not a cloud in the sky

As you hang up the phone
I throw the damned contraption
As far as I can and am
Alone

Completely

In the middle of a crowded street scene

That’s what ‘it’s over!’ means- you weren’t even mean,
Odd; instead you just slightly shook your head,
Wiped a fresh drop of tear from your cheek
As I uselessly dropped to my knees

Crying out and begging please

You very quietly told me not to shout
Then turned and walked away, my
Everything
Burned

I attempted to scream but as if in a bad dream
No sound came to my lips

I must have looked so stupid

As I unsheathed my imaginary sword,
Cursed an equally imaginary lord,

Then vowed to slay cupid
In words slurred
And incoherent