Extraction

I can feel you here
as I breathe out and sink in
to this place
you helped me build
so you
could
leave.

photographs of your grandfather
when he was your age
with your same shining eyes
flash
softly
sometimes.

I squint at all the
shapes we made
to fit
each other
in

and I see that they
are empty
now.

now that

you

have
finally
left here.

we made a promise
and we broke it.

I see you
turn down the highway

in the opposite
direction

in your brand new pick up truck
with your emerald eyes skimming
past me.

and I wonder what to do
with what is left of you,
of this life I built
so you'd fit in.