Situations when "goodbye" won't do

to Darius

I am always losing things.

My keys,

my wallet,

my cell phone.

I can never remember where I put anything, ever.

What is life anyways,

but a series of inevitable and prolonged goodbyes?

I am always searching for you,

under my bed,

in the hall closet

folded up in my pocket,

hiding behind a newspaper on the Metro.

--but I can't ever find you, or remember exactly when it was that I lost you.

Know that I am forever chasing your car down the street,

until I am completely winded,

glancing up to catch my last view of you,

soaring off into a void of empty, black Darkness.

I will be in the same spot when you return.