"The Shortest Farewells are the Best"

 

"The Shortest Farewells are the Best"

I see the ghosts of noir tv radiating across
the nighttime hours, sepia accumulations
that resemble my father in a fedora, my
grandfather in a trench coat, my own self
gut shot in a De Soto, dreams of bejeweled
falcons and steamer trunks, then waking to
midnight commercials flicking across motel
walls as I wonder what year it is, who is still
alive these days, and why I feel like the final
round left in an old .38 hidden in a desk
drawer to gather dust until the credits roll
to black-and-white static and silent goodbyes

Author: James Duncan

Photo: Joshua Coleman on Unsplash