smith

This afternoon was my goodbye.
With sweat on
my brow, I saw a glass
half-filled with merlot from the unknown hours earlier,
and sorrow.
A book was exchanged, and music
we had made love to
on the many nights we spent.
I have no misconceptions;
my hypocrisy
is something I live with and
I've been told a variety of things over time, all of which
span a vast spectrum
that comprise the hues of I,
both black, white -
grey.
Whisper what you want,
say what you will.
I'll mourn.
It was a long road leaving
and a longer road returning
and all I have now are some photographs,
paintings,
and a bottle of merlot half-filled with tears.