Dear Papa,
It's down to hours.
I uncovered layers of
names I'd forgotten, who
peopled my world for a time.
We wander into each others lives
eyes closed, mouths open,
and then exit wordlessly,
into a blur of lost faces and
lost interest.
My walls are empty now.
Nothing is ending, you say,
it ended years ago.
you're right, of course.
These goodbyes are temporary, unnecessary,
or are voicing the otherwise
wordless exits of those
not destined to stay.
It starts in your bones,
and flows through you,
formless, random,
unrestricted by shape.
No order, no meaning, no anger;
Only the chaos that is life.
I'll wander carefully,
only half-blind.
Love,
yr daughter
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