A Poem #78 – Goodbyes

Goodbyes are never
as we imagine them to be.
The air thick and still
biting cold against our skin.
As the back is turned on another chapter,
we must set sail for the sea,
but the mind is always with the land,
whence it grieves.
As the pillow comforts
the muzzle of the gun,
we all know the meaning
of what’s soon to come;
the barrel still barks,
the bullet still bites.
But as day is done and dusk has run,
we are still most unprepared for night.

JP Collins

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