The Long Goodbye
 
I see your face
​at the top of the stairs.
It's a long way to get there.
I can barely make out
the dimples in your smile,
Or see the bend of your nose,
The cleft
in your chin.
Much less
the color of your eyes.

Nothing familiar, anymore.
I'm getting you confused
with other people.
Like waving goodbye
to everybody
I have ever known.

 
                                       VMM
​                                       12/10/2014