Sadness as loud as cicadas
It’s like nothing has changed, I breathe in relief,
Thank God it’s like nothing has changed. It is effortless
To fall in step, in conversation, or into silence.
This aching familiarity and the surrendering of my walls.
Another year passed, with only my own
Debilitating fear of farewells to show for it.
Is it a sign of age? This inability to speak about
The texture, heft, and origin of this grief?
It is not pain, or sadness, or parting words that I seek.
Only, and that is all I ask, only that this moment
Might be prolonged, even if we fill it with nothing
Except sitting side by side in the shade.
I am grateful that this is my second chance goodbye
And tears can blur the faces again
Before the seasons close on this sweltering reunion
That will have to tide me through the coming seasons
Of distance, without goodbyes, and without
Respite.
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