They Go Away

They go away to somewhere
Or nowhere

Parents, aunts, uncles, siblings
And friends

Bequeathing a strange landscape
Scoured and empty
Yet blooming
With ghostly memories

These grow heavy
But I shrug them away
Each day, every day

How many times
Will I say goodbye?

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About Ron Pavellas

reader, writer, a sometimes poet
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