Parking for one of the last times
It's odd walking the halls
Once so familiar now textured different
Seeing people, really seeing them
Trying to hold them that moment of clarity
I hear your leaving, where to - how come
Civil unions [pause] discernment, well
the possibility of
Your leaving without knowing
Always indrawn breath then yes
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
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indeed tough in the thin space.
I dig this poem, the clarities of leave-taking that always seem to come when the roles can be dropped and the fresh air can come rushing in...
DON”T GO!!!!
(panting)
Okay. Sorry. I just had to get that out of my system. These recent bittersweet posts are capturing the moments in a very lovely way. I am so happy for your clan as the details are excitedly told to me, but then I’m so unhappy that mankind has yet to invent transporters so I can just drop by Vermont for tea at the drop of a hat. That must be why the mix of emotions you describe seem so familiar. Much love to you in this journey of yours.
Oh yeah, and you better freakin’ post like all the time once you get there. I need my JS fix!
alt: you're going to make me cry this morning - you know there's always room for more in the love bugs.
I'll keep blogging and you better too.
murat: thank you, after i wrote it there's a part of me that's hoping i can hold this time as a rememberance to take with me for all my interactions.
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