Her Own Departure Poem by RIC BASTASA

Her Own Departure



Her own departure is a show.
a big bag hanging on her
shoulders, her left hand
holding a coin purse,
her right crumpling a
white handkerchief wet
with her tears.

she is crying. Her blue
blouse fits her fat and her
black pants are loose
like two shirts.

She wears her white rubber
shoes, sort of telling me
that she will be running
towards the place
that she will be hiding
for days.Or just towards
the airport. Or bus station
or port.

I don't really care.

She takes the ATM
with her, and the credit cards.
She does not tell me
where she is going.
She gives the hint that
it will be far away from
this cold house.

I am staying. I am glued
to this house.
I am silent and peaceful
now. I still have many things
to think and write.

My first poem after she leaves
shall be titled, 'Good riddance! '

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