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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