The last day of summer

I remember the murder of crow feasting on roadkill,
the reek from the swine farm we passed,
the sunflower tilting their heads for the rain.

I remember the radio playing “Crush with Eyeliner”
… as there was nothing more to be said.

I remember how I carried your bags…
how the handles cut into my hand and then how you smiled
… as if it was painless to leave.

I remember driving back from the airport … alone.

Frank wants us to portray heartbreak at dVerse today. This is a scene I can feel but have not really been through… bits and pieces but not the complete heartbreak. Also linking to the Tuesday Platform at toads

36 responses to “The last day of summer

  1. I really appreciated the visceral imagery at the beginning and how the sights and sounds moved you from disgust, to repulsion, to sorrow, to loss, which is often how disappoint in a relationship progresses from the first moments of frustration to the final surrender of hope.

  2. Ah. I remember the day I really did drive back from the airport alone having seen my lover off to Japan. It is hard drive to make. I like the beginning of this so much, the murder of crows feasting on roadkill.

  3. bits and pieces, memories jagged and torn, displaced – elements that once hold innocuous, if perhaps unpleasant, associations, suddenly, in a surreal fashion, take on a more sinister, darker aspect –

    using these images, these metaphors, portrays a vivid enough scene – of both pain and indifference, and yet – can we ever be sure of the “truth” – as you’ve noted, “behind smiles” …

    even if you personally haven’t experienced the sum totality of the experience, you’ve still captured its essences in fine form

  4. After a break-up, we may attempt to remain “friends”, but when the dust has cleared, it’s the emotions, the heart that prevails. Your slice of heartbreak feels so real secondary to your sensual recall.

  5. Real heartbreak in part or all, you take us along on the drive to the airport …. and on t he return trip alone. Poignantly drawn words, Bjorn.

  6. This reads like a diary entry of a heartbreak that I went through. I love the description of the drive, and all of its harrowing experiences — no memories of any shared smiles, companionable silences or jokes, no attempt to be civil, just these heartbreaking sights and smells. Gave me the chills! Great poem.

  7. ah, it’s like a film unrolling and you already know how it is going to end and that makes the pain of heartbreak all the more effective. I liked the gentle sway of it and those breaks and ellipsis for effect.
    the single word “alone” says it all — a perfect closing.

  8. the cut of the handles into the palms almost numbing the pain and the smile, that smile can numb our hearts too. good portrayal of heartbreak through smiles.

  9. I love how you’ve captured that hollow feeling that sits in the stomach when you can’t handle the pain and so you focus on anything you can to avoid accepting the inevitable. It’s there in the juxtaposition of the ‘murder of crow feasting on roadkill’ and the reek of the pig farm’ with ‘the sunflower tilting their heads for the rain’, and the music and ‘nothing more to be said’.

  10. Parting is such a painful thing especially when one is hiding behind a smile when they would rather be crying .. sigh.. achingly beautiful write ❤

  11. I have a most strong aversion to the moment of parting. It quite undoes me, so I feel every line strongly.

  12. Damn that opening! Really sets the stage for that hollow, eaten-alive feeling people sometimes have after a breakup.

  13. Extreme heartbreak or joy? My line was the CW song, “Thank God and Greyhound (bus line here) she’s gone.” But I didn’t carry her suitcase, now way.

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