Lately, I’ve been thinking about that silent e,
that always tripped me up when I was still
writing print on three-fold lines when penmanship
was something you could get an A on.
If you think about it,
we never get to the end of a good-bye;
we leave it in small silence, trailing off before the final finish
always something left unsaid
if only a single letter.
I think that’s the best way
I’ll remember.

Melissa Fitzgerald is a student trying to be a writer in Boston. She also moonlights as a cashier, so be kind to the people handling your eggs; they’re crushable, too. Her work has been published in Leopardskin & Limes, Spectrum, and Thought Catalog and is forthcoming in Indiana Voice Journal.