You never said goodbye...
Truth be told, you were never good with words.
Or perhaps your speech was a talent you perfected 
And I was simply the audience
In awe of your performance.

Either way,
My eyes learned to listen to your actions
More than my ears did your vows.

And yet, even as I felt you slipping away,
Piece by obvious piece,
I turned a blind eye.
Defying my boundaries
In hopes that I could woo you
With the untouched parts of my soul.

My hands dropped every responsibility,
Gripping yours with all the vigor they had left.
Praying that my undivided attention 
Could keep you longer than my love had.

Even so, I quickly found it was not enough.
I was not enough.

I was too weak to hold on,
Too desperate to let go.
Too blistered to hold your apathy and my passion 
In the same hands.

So no,
You never said goodbye.
Not in the traditional sense.
But you didn’t have to.

My empty bed and broken heart said it for you.
And this time…
I listened well.