Poetry Slam Tuesdays: What's So Good About Goodbye?

 It's Tuesday! You know what that means!

Today is one of those rare, scary poetry slams. The featured poet: C'est moi. 

I wrote this a couple years ago. I'd tell you the exact date, but that wouldn't be fun. Who's the unfortunate young man I wrote about? Of course I'm not going to tell you that, either!

But I will tell you this: I still remember exactly how he looked at me that day. Goodbyes are tough. Sometimes, like this one, they're tough and romantic (and dramatic). Sigh. Swoon. Puke. Etc.

Or maybe just my poetry is tough and dramatic. To read. Ha! After the jump, my romantic, dramatic goodbye poem of the past. But first: What's so good about goodbye?