oh how right I was.
stopped at the light,
your back to mine, your hair waving in the wind.
I opened my mouth to call out one last goodbye-
and closed it again.
I no longer feel the need for dramatic goodbyes. this one did not hurt. right now-and then and the last time we left each other too-I only feel joy.
I was right then, ten months ago, on those Panamanian streets:
you can not say goodbye to those you are so rooted in. what you shared threads you together. it removes the fear from my viens.
so I pushed off the ground, my red toes bright, and let you walk away.
we will both be alright until we met again.
this, now I know.