This one difficult to share, yet I feel called to do so.
After Goodbye
One last hug
then she lets the door close softly
on so many years of regularly-scheduled psyche-dives.
Blinking back tears I
walk into my future
fully conscious that I’m leaving her alone
with my past,
imagine her tucking it gently away
for safekeeping in her heart.
I imagine her letting her mask slip then
as she turns from the door,
with a sigh that fills the suddenly too-quiet room.
Maybe then she dips her hand absentmindedly
into the cool sand in the tray by the door…
swirling calming patterns there,
a reflection of her quiet mental dance
as she lets this goodbye
just be.
klm
4/15/22
Whispered Wanderings 
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