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The Goodbye Season

by Maria Kintner

It's never a place that we call home,
but a deeply held conviction. A raw emotion.
The perfect love.

The ties the bind are never complete
without knowing where feet will touch the
same ground, that eyes will see the same
faces, and that hearts will beat the same rhythm.

There is a deep tightness in the ritual of goodbye.
An urging to hang on, to clutch the memories and make them real.
There is a pain in breaking chains. There is the must to let it go.

I have no talent for farewells. It has been Summer for far too long.

I dreamed as a child for the chance to never have to leave.
That dream never included the idea that I'd have to stay behind.


Author's Note: Everyone is leaving.

Posted on 07/21/2011
Copyright © 2021 Maria Kintner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/21/11 at 11:46 PM

Definitely knows how to push some buttons, this piece has so many great lines going for it. Loved this read.

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