PROPER GOODBYE
We saw each other
During 2018
You came to my home
With a chilled bottle
of mango jouce
talked for a long long time
You didn't want to leave
I also wanted you to stay
I wanted to hold your hands
But did not
Now the time is gone
We are separated
For two long years
Awaiting Pandemic death
I Read All Of Your Offerings
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I sent out twenty art postcards and will send some more out soon. Death is not the end, there is, U C, this Island. rowingbetter! :D
Hands chaffed
Hands chaffed holding the rough handled oars. Thanks for your read
©bishu