I miss
Those forbidden good-bye kisses
In the hallway at work after lunch
Where anyone could catch us but
We didn’t care because we could
Walk back to our cubicles with
A mischievous grin on our faces.
I miss
Those prolonged good-bye hugs
On the stoop in front of my house
Where even though I was outside
My house I never felt so at home
With my head cradled in your chest
And arms wrapped tightly around you.
The only goodbye I don’t miss
Is the last.