An Early Morning Departure...
when i wake up
this morning
the door is half-open
i did not touch
it
something in its
rough feel
still hurts my
fingers
someone i love
so well
left me before
i could see her
face again
it was her
who touched that door
very early
that morning
it is departure
that i felt and that
which i cannot
touch again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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