Rebecca Allen ’25
Staff Writer
I hate saying goodbye
Because I know that
I will see you again
But also that this could be
The last time.
I think about this
As I watch while you eat
Lunch beside me.
I look at your glassy eyes,
The same color
As the stormy ocean
Beneath your window.
Your fish breath
Advises me about my future
And tells me to call
You soon.
As I drive to the airport
The windows are open,
The palms swaying above,
Tears well
And I miss you already
Even though you aren’t gone yet
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