Where is your destination?

Where is your destination?
Where do your feet bring you?
I see you have everything packed,
Your things all wrapped
Clothes folded and placed in your bags intact.
Why no sweet smelling goodbyes
Or a teardrop from your eyes?
Why no messed up tussled hair
But a look of confidence and not despair?
Where are our pictures
The ones where we were seen smiling
The ones that gazed the warm feelings of escape
The ones that painted our faces escalating?
Has my memory become so long forgotten
My smell to you all rotten?

Where is your destination?
Where do your feet bring you?
I see you have everything packed,
Your things all wrapped
Clothes folded and placed in your bags intact.

With a look of hesitation
No emotions in projection
With syllables like text messages
She hears only monologue passages
He answers
“Away from here.”
In simple three letters
He makes the bruise cut through her
In murderous whispers
She gathers herself
Panting sobs uncontrollable
She asks
“But why?”
It echoes in millions
Her question is simple
But in them are deep sorrows
That fill her well of torrid horrors
For with only three letters
With syllables like texted messages
She hears only monologue passages
That echo a reverberating truth
That they we only now strangers
For where he is going is just
Concealed as
away from her.

Note: I’ll ask you to read between the lines here. See if you get it. 🙂

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