Before You Leave Home

The hardest part...

The day before the last day

Is often the hardest.
I walk the rooms
As I have countless times before.
Awareness of what is to be
Renders each footfall
A lover’s farewell kiss.

This was the spot where life quickened,
There the one where your smile
Just reached out and killed me.

Over here is where we often sat
listening to the long
Westward tale of the sun.

You live in these walls
As surely as
Shadows live in fire.

New lives have come
From the answer
To old prayers,
So,

Fare thee well
As you walk your own way.

The promises made
Have come full circle.