In The Middle Of Goodbye

honey, let me tell you this

in the middle of that goodbye
is that firm mole
that does not die, it keeps on growing
it says,

hello is the cancer
at stage IV,

and there is no coming back
to mend the
broken fences anymore

time is a cruel vehicle
that does not come back to save what was spent.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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