Easy Good-byes
As the children filter out the door, hesitating,
They ask if I will be back saying he or she will be if I am,
Can’t wit till next year when I can be looked up to,
She walks out my door. I cry,
Once thought we’d be longer,
But we are no more.
It’s a blip on the map
Did this relationship mean anything.
Why was I made this way?
To say goodbye so easily and look away?
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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