Come and Go

by on January 12, 2010 :: 0 comments

Standing at the window
at the coming (or going?)
Vehicles of expression
winding through
roads of discovery, loss
as we’re tossed into the arms
of long arrivals, short conversations,
sad goodbyes on the borders of away.
Changes pass rapid
through watery eyes,
ripping out a piece of heart
at every leaving,
as we stand with lantern lit,
awaiting the return exchange.

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