Without Saying Good-bye

A taste of regret lingered
in the doorway where she stood
breathing in the barn’s fecundity.

Outside, swallows darted and dove,
swimming through sporadic wind currents
between two towering grain elevators.

A blur of self-doubt
fluttered in her chest, then
she pictured her heart rusty,
dulled like the hinges on the old barn door,
their original sheen eroded
over time’s long passage.

As sure as swallows ride the wind,
her heart would die there
nailed to the old barn door.

She breathed in one long last feel for the place,
then left without saying good-bye.

Brenda Warren 2013

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21 thoughts on “Without Saying Good-bye

  1. Wow, loved the rhythm of this. Certain lines also really stuck out to be – “breathing in the barn’s fecundity,” and the comparison of her heart to the rusty hinge. Nicely done!

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    • Thanks for stopping to read and sharing your thoughts. Leaving is always hard, but often necessary. This piece dredged up an old experience for me. The writing process was interesting, and I am certainly where I need/want to be now.

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