Forwarding Address Poem by Susan Lacovara

Where to place the vase
Of daffodils
This morning's picking
Done by myself
And for myself
And for nothing else
Than to remind me
You are long gone
But my Spring returns

Where to hang the Welcome sign
Above the door
On the garden gate
Near the entrance of my heart

I have become an excellent gypsy
Skilled at the UP-and-Outta-Here
Having a PHD in packing and moving
Relocating my dreams and desires
In, yet, another small town
Near a body of water

I need to hear the ripples kiss the sand
Thinking them not only 'Goodbyes'
But maybe this time 'Hellos

Will the yellow sun look brighter
Over the new ridge
Can I finally shovel the dirt
Over what died so long ago
And walk away
Carrying only your memory
And not the incredible anchored weight
That pulled me under
Too many a changing tide

I have watched the rise of dawn
From windowsills of sorrow
Shorelines of solitude
Summits of self searching
One thing remains
I am no stranger to positioning myself
On the brink of a new day's promise

Should I need to go it alone
Once more and again
Might I have my compass handy
That steers me in a true direction
And finds me not circling back