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Goodbyes mostly, these days

A friend

I would have given my life for

without hesitation

now rushes me off the phone.

Makes excuses

we both would have scoffed at



I listen, acutely,

for the slightest note of recognition

in her voice,

something that will tell me

she still remembers



I wait, in hope,

to hear her simple acknowledgment

of our connection,

once so fierce,

so true.



I hear her distance.

I hear it

in every word she doesn’t say.


— Photo courtesy of Leslie Cudmore.


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