• lenten journal: someone is always leaving

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    someone is always leaving

    I was twelve years old before
    I met someone who had never moved
    and I discovered I was the strange one
    because I was accustomed to suitcases

    I was twenty-nine before I had friend
    for ten years and had stayed close enough
    to grow our friendship face to face
    instead of recalling memories

    I turned forty-five the same year I
    lived in the same house for a decade
    when the Standells sang, “O Boston,
    you’re my home” I could sing along

    I am sixty-two and still not used to
    being on the staying side of goodbye
    the leaving side never got any easier
    and yet someone is always leaving . . .

    Peace,
    Milton

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