Departure Thrives In Morning
Departure thrives in morning
when the drowse still beads on our brows
like glistening dew on flower thorns
Regrets alike, real and imagined, gather
Somber in their traveling clothes
Goodbyes and promises to meet again
hover low like punctuation
waiting to make us into epilogues
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