Letting go

Today, tomorrow, day after.

an even number date,
or a five-to-five number.

At 12’o clock
or after dinner –
perhaps lunch.

On a Friday, ahead of the weekend –
Not a Monday, the start of a brand new week.

End of the month,
or beginning of the other.

After one last hug.
or a tender kiss.

Maybe on a call,
or at night driving home.

I bid my time,
watch the ticking,
cross out the dates.

There is never a right time
to let you go.

I will miss you too much.


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