Goodbyes
We hope
To never
really
say goodbye.
The hope that
Springs eternal
Applies to friends
And square doorknobs
One day.
Let us desire that
on a long enough
timeline
the righteous
will always
meet again.
That the good
will laugh
and dance
and share stories
and wine.
But
that
doesn’t
mean
We do not miss one another.
Terribly.
Sorrowfully.
Regularly.
Goodness though,
Comes with a cost.
And that is never
Too high a price.
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