Like children,
latching onto mother's breast,
we have weaned ourselves
so slowly.
First, magic nights,
rocking intimately
in each others arms,
were lullabies
no longer sung.
Then, suckling safety
in guaranteed acceptance,
you glanced behind
while taking baby steps
toward another's outstretched arms.
I allowed this freedom,
swallowed every instinct,
releasing you by degrees,
never knowing I
would suffer so;
like peeling skin and tissue,
layer, by layer,
until only bone exists.
I thought you'd always be here,
even while hearts were emptied,
room, by room.
Separation came too soon.
Yet, no graduation celebration.
Standing on sorrow's porch, I wave:
Goodbye, my love, goodbye...
I hope you packed good memories.
















Still...I got this out, and for that, I'm grateful. 









Hope your health is improving...daily!!


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