I once complained to the dreaded goodbye
the last kiss
in the airport – how little
did I know
my life would demand
all that I hold tightly to my chest
a net to carry
groceries and holes
where even nightmares
don’t catch
succumb to this fate
see my family
twice a year, my sister
maybe more
and two, three friends
I talk daily about
the inevitable
the ordinary
separated
once again
my fear and love – an ocean
a sea of dreams
I once believed
I still believe
when did I become
a series of goodbyes
ELINA RINDLE
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