thoughts about endings


Even when I think I am ready,

endings always surprise me.

Is it the leaving of what I know

or the coming of what I don’t know

that leaves me feeling empty?

How exactly do I know

when one thing has ended

and the other has begun?

Is it on the day all my boxes

and trash bags of clothes

are packed into the car, moving away?

or only later when I realize that friend

I sort of knew and liked pretty well

hasn’t texted me in five months?

What if I forget?

What if I can never forget?

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