Prize Poetry

She Didn't Mean to Say Goodbye

by a young woman, age 17

Oh, she was hopeless, oh, she was hopeless.

She didn’t mean to say goodbye.

 

Certain memories linger deep beneath your skin,

go no further than your fingertips, move your feet through their steps,

stumble and they’re departed, departed, departed.

 

Certain rushes drag off you like cigarette smoke

some glass bottles shattering down, down, down,

dispersing out, around, all over,

till the whole world’s brimming with the screaming of your thrills.

 

But oh, she was hopeless, she was just hopeless

and she didn’t mean to say goodbye.