Letting go

I’m letting go of old longings
to share coffee in the morning
and dishes at night,
and all the little daily driftings in between.

It’s no good, that desire.
It turns back on me,
a freight of expectation
and judgment — Pandora’s blessings.

Maybe leave-taking
carries sadness in its wake.

Maybe leave-taking
lets me bob free of all that line,
tethering me to the shore
of dull emotional habit.

Saying goodbye is not a bad thing.

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