The Vanishing

One moment he was there

Wrestling me, insane

His eyes rippled with rage

Neck strung whipcord taut

Overpowering. Scary. Pushing me.

Then he was gone, fled

Out the door and away

And I have not seen him

Since, he is gone,

Gone for good,

Which I did not know then.

Had I, I might have said

Some things different

Or better. That I

Loved him for what he could be

Hated him because he was not

Wished for the promise we once made,

Knew it could never be kept.

I have so much to say to

The vanished, but he is gone,

A sea of acrimony and

Stiffness washing away the

Landmarks of our love.