A part of me tonight will leave this porch and never come back, an unidentified, low flying thing—across the bridge, down the hill, through the tunnels lit like a bad dream hospital, over the railing and into the green. Some part of me so known that now there is no next but leaving the nest; something sloughed off with the cells. You keep growing maybe missing it, but moreso proud because you nutured to the limit and then, let fly.

Dearly departed hilt of self, expelled in expression and lost between footsteps, pauses, touch—I stand by where you left. Off to rejoin the soldier souls before you. Wave the goodbye loud. Behind you saluting room for more.

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