Mark my words.

Even if its an absence of my voice-
in every room you are in you will feel a little alone without me.
And in the spaces of breath where we fill wants bill,
you will shudder with remembering why you always stayed.

I heard it in your voice,
between our words,
just yesterday.
and
I filled you.
Again.
Its why you stay away- from even our children.
Sometimes I imagine the bargain you made must have been signed in blood-
and I wonder who's we spilled for your goodbye...

Its often-
when we are in a room-
that i catch you holding your breath as if to practice for my exit.
it wont be long now before rooms will overflow with how i feel

you will reach for my ghost in her arms
and the air will be thick with gone.