Silent Goodbye
Sometimes the loudest goodbyes make no noise
Today I started packing
To walk away from my life
The suitcases were filled
Clown nose to the side
My empty whisky bottle collection stared back
But mainly the bottle you gave to me
And when I took it down
A speckle remained
I poured it into my throat
One final taste of you
Of us
Never has a peat lingered so long on my tastebuds
Allowing me to savour it for what felt like eternity
When all you and I had was the blink of an eye
And then, out of nowhere
A single tear fell as though the scotch had turned into a final speck of pain
Leaving me at long last
But it didn’t run down my cheek
It lingered and then it crawled
Letting me feel that final goodbye for as long as I so needed
The last tear
The last pang
The last shock before I walk away forever
After believing my forever would be you
Alas
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I like the way that line, although unnecessary also fit