Half a goodbye

[Wildcard]

Such a somber piece. I enjoy sadness so much when it is theoretical

I love so much about this poem, but I will just try to give you the little stumbles I had. (It could just be me, of course.)

carried you down the jet way,
the rest of it tangled
with the keys in my pocket. --what 'it'?? I love the way this makes me feel, but I can only guess what it could be: the situation, the conversation, the feelings between them?

The handshake had ended. The revolving door
folded you into the lobby. --very nice. you have a knack for picking very nice and fresh words.
The attendant shipped your bag North,

the same bag you emptied
from my trunk like a bullet
from a barrel. Now that you are

gone, there is nothing
to pile on the backseat, the same
seat you emptied

when the terminal walked up
to your window
and knocked. --nice way to put it. I never would have thought of that.

Though I drive alone with the radio
off, your window cracked
and tuned to the breeze,

a block from home
I noticed
the stereo was on, -- I thought the stereo was off.

no wind to course through
the ache of a guitar
and no one else to hear.

All in all I love it. It is so lonesome and the words are all well chosen. Thanks for sharing.