This is no goodbye, my friend.
This is just a brief respite
From the ritual distancing
That becomes our life.
Do not say goodbye, my friend.
Our silent parting will defy
The future’s awkward silences
We will leave behind.
We are still alive, my friend,
And in among the routine deaths
You and I are still the ones
Who are laying down the wreaths.
This is just a kiss goodnight, my friend.
You will wake up in the morning
And I will be there with your tea.
And you will wonder why I stand in silence
My gaze retreating from its distant sea.
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