Use the Other Door

Today,

a letter sent my farewells . . .

words,

hard to chose and images    

broke,

into my mind as shivers ran through a sadness . . .

Trusting our absence,

returning forget-me-nots,

Alone,

I sit and look at signs that say,

"use the other door;"

Change,

resurrecting my humilities.

January 1986