Poetry of Issue #7        Page 22

Leaving the View

Your goodbye resounds everywhere I go.
    You said goodbye to me under a tree.

I was below a dark and moonless sky.
    As I walked down the tree lined avenue.

You have said goodbye to me on the phone.
    While walking the dog and in the corner

pharmacy. Also, while having dinner.
    You said goodbye to me at the bookstore—

you may as well have, my love. For it seems
    you said goodbye everywhere I seem to walk.

And I look forward to a day and time when
    the day emerges long, and free again.

  Evie Ivy