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Leaving

Robyn Lance

Aug 26 2011

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We start to say goodbye
in ways unvoiced
but understood

eyes holding
in the night light
above the cot

family photos
placed in frames
and wallets

your toes down
in push up position
between my ankles

or me on top
arched back,
plum-darks

thrust out
and aching
to feel your hands.

At the boarding gate,
your uniform
crease-perfect,

I straighten your tie
and press a cheek
to yours.

A pact to keep
we walk away
and don’t look back.

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