...you're a boy who is sick of saying "so long"...
the nomadism continues.
it's not intrinsically any easier this time around.
this may be your strangest place and time yet.
it might be more desert than garden.
however, wisdom laps the shores in mightier waves,
and as promised, He has taught you
to watch, fight, and pray
in volumes, degrees, densities, and masses unbeknownst to you
six, nine, twelve, twenty months ago.
your eyes are keener to see past this
light momentary affliction
than they were then.
all the leaving and arriving and planes and trains and automobiles
may have indeed given you a hearty helping of goodbyesickness,
but it has also cultivated
the dexterity
to say
"hello."
"nice to meet you."
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