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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