When You Walk Away
by Charlotte (Charlie) Gleeson
When you walk away,
I’ll want to shove your volatile soul from the tip of a skyscraper,
Watch your body fall like Newton’s apple,
Pop open! One hundred robust watermelons,
Coloring the pavement with all of the “I love you’s” that you took from me.
Today, I wanted to write a self-righteous poem about hate.
But all I can think about,
Is the lavender that would bloom from your wounds as you bled -
How when you walk away,
I won’t actually wish you dead.