On the other side of goodbye Someone left yesterday leaving me on the other side of goodbye. How strange it feels not to be the one who leaves. The trip to the airport, having a last coffee, all feels like an elaborate stage game - later we will go home and laugh about it. But at the gate when they go, what a surprizing wave of desolation, real and physical. Then back to the car, drive back to a city that hasn't changed, alongside an evening sky that renders all doubts into startling clarity, and the whole of it belonging entirely to myself, but only for the duration of a lit match. "And then you miss a person so much". The city mocks you by staying the same - always slightly out of reach - though it knows things are different, because she's no longer here.

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