Friday, March 15, 2019

The sharp edge of goodbye (Day 786)

He was not the first 

to leave, nor will he be 

the last, but you 

are past the point 

of caring, of opening 

your door when you hear 

his footsteps on your walk, 

of answering your telephone 

when he is lonely and just 

wants to talk or cry, 

of melting when he shares

his secret smile—the one 

that promises to grant 

your every wish. He may not 

have been the first to leave, 

but you are certain, now, 

are past the point 

of caring, of lingering on 

the sharp edge of goodbye.

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

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