Goodbye,
fare well.
These
are days of greyscale rainbows
when
half-face angels without wings
hold
the hands of the dying
proxy
kinfolk,
substitute
emotion
flows
from heart to cheek.
Goodbye,
fare well.
A
ship slips its berth
and
fades from ICU
to
I don't see you
anymore.
Goodbye,
fare well.
Breath
stolen,
new
journey begins
from
that unchosen harbour.
A
trolley, clanking in night
like
rigging in sea breeze,
takes
your anchor body away.
Goodbye,
fare well.
Journey on.
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