breathe goodbye

my hands touch her warm flesh
floating across her skin as if
guided by some unseen
presence.
the curves of her shoulders,
the flow of her waist
the softness of her
thighs.

I am humbled by her body

Gathering strength
from the hole inside me
as I say, see you soon, babe,
leaving the room, with a sigh
the tubes are
pulled.

the alarm sounds and together we breathe goodbye.

Robert Smith is a poet originally from Outside of Buffalo, NY, who lived in California, but now lives in Georgia. His Twitter page @rasmithii says he tweets his poems “from an airport near you.”

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