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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