#38 Goodbyes 

Goodbyes have never been my thing
The ones we exchange at airports - the worst kind. 
The last story,
The last few words,
The last time of shared silence.

The last laugh,
The last smile,
The last glance into twinkling eyes.

The last promises,
The last hug,
The last time you clasp my hands, 
A gentle reminder of being connected,
despite the ruthless miles in between. 

And even as I feel 
That I lose a part of me with each goodbye, 
I hold closely the part the other leaves behind, 
A precious gift of the time we shared.