THE GOODBYE GIRL

my words are slow

and stick to the roof of my mouth.

all of the thoughts

however

drift and tumble and roll

tossed around by the great prairie wind.

i am leaving.

there is so much to do

(yet isn't there always).

sometimes

i think about it too much.

getting too excited.

standing on the back porch

i set my phone down on the ledge and kick off my black shoes

and audibly tell my mind to shut up.

it's just  a whisper

(and it doesn't really do the trick).

i am coming back.

just give me one month.

and then two.

and summer here will be almost over.

but will i miss it?

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