looks like goodbye

I took a moment of quiet infancy.
Eyes luminously searching,
devoid of shame or guile.

Trying desperately to save the images,
That had become so integral
To my identity...
I paused in the interim of our storm.

At the crossroads of two resolutions,
I made my choice with tragedy
firmly grasped between my fingers.

As a simple man,
profoundly burdened with purpose and principle,
I felt my feet leaving the kitchen
long before my heart did.