the goat song

the story of your departing
is a slow turning, a roiling
that became an undermining.

it started with silence,
at first unnoticed. then,
there was that day of shame
followed by averted eyes
like hiding behind a locker
after gym class to escape
teenaged clique scrutiny.

by the time you were gone,
my version of us together
rendered you unrecognizable.

the narrative could be written
in one chapter. but still now,
the story of your leaving is
catalogued in the tragic canon.