you’ve gone

The day that you left me
was like
the first minutes after the
san francisco earth­quake,
those few seconds after kingkong
made his last futile grab at
the empire state building,
that eternal moment when
bergman left bogart -
every­body watched
every­body waited
every­body held their breath.

like kingkong
humphrey bogart
and the insur­ance compa­nies of san francisco
i wished that it had never happened -
but it had.

and now,
like kingkong
humphrey bogart
and that memory of old san francisco,

you’ve gone.

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