|Departure and Cowardice
November 19, 2011: Departure and Cowardice
Fairly frequently, I ponder the nature of departure--especially the kind of sudden, without warning kind of departures that can occur in professional relationships and often personal relationships. I wrote this poem long ago, but resurrected it this weekend because it feels right:
Departure and Cowardice
You could have called me an ass
And that would have said less
Than your silence and absence.
You could have mocked me
From the middle of the room
And the sting would have been nothing
Compared to the shadow of your fleeing form.
You could have sighed and shook your head
At the parting words I said,
And that would never have been perceived
Like the gasps that came as a substitute
Tried to take your place.
We both know the trail that led us here
To my departure and your cowardice.
Memories last longer than words
Even hollow and insincere.
* Thanks to The Blue Aeroplanes for helping me come up with this title via their magnificent "Cowardice and Caprice."