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there’s a softness
to surrender ~
a strangeness to goodbye
our cup of sand is gone
before we know

before was come
the call to go ~
we bend beneath our tears
counting nights by in-betweens ~
moments unto years

and so it is ~
unknown before
(so clearly now) we see
the ways we came revealing
our will ~
our destiny

adrift on time
denied of space ~
as one (reserved) for this
the universe remembers well
each memory of bliss

fear will surely rob
the soul
of reasons to begin ~
as bittersweet
the first goodbye
when salted by our sin

Author’s Note: Inspired (in part) by the quote ~
“Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time.
My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.”