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It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you
Where's the 'good'
In saying "good bye"
From afar?
Hearing of all that you were, and are
Through a pixelated screen
Tinny speakers
And an unstable internet stream

There's no 'good' in that 'bye'
So I'll save that sweet salutation
For when we meet again, my friend.
 Feb 2021 Lissa's Locket
Julie
Give no more
When writing fails
Give no more
Winter sails

Give no more
You I am
Give no more
Broken dam

Give no more
One way street
Give no more
Whole retreats

— The End —