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Goodbye

You lean with one arm out

against the porch post,

your big hand cupping its curve,

shy of that handshake

we both know is coming.

And when we’ve said enough,

when the last small promises

begin to repeat, your eyes

come to mine, and then

you offer your hand,

dusted with chalk from the post,

and sticky with parting.