Goodbyes are time's caregivers
The memory of an elsewhere
Arrested in the here and now:
When I, a kid and you dropped me home after holidays
It was a struggle for you to leave
I wouldn't let you
Time for little strategies of the grown up
And I would be taken away, somewhere else for a moment
Perhaps another room, perhaps the toilet
Leaving you enough time to leave
And I would return to your absence
The linking rings on the bed
Moistened by my hunched tears
I would caress the place where you sat a moment ago
The spot would be warm and my tears would make it warmer
Time has flown through a pinhole since then
And yet I see all that, all that when all this was yet to come
To time, death and farewell to caregiving
To the ripeness of adulthood and once upon aloneness
You are going away again, once more, a last time
No need for little strategies of the grown up now
I am indeed in another room
To let elsewhere speak
I don't want to see you go...
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