This is the edge of saying goodbye and hello.
I know
this is the edge
of all that was then and what will yet be
and what I don’t know.

I weep and I smile, shaking my head
with the wonder of why—
why is it that I get to know
this edge of goodbye and hello?

You-me who is here and is waving my hand
at the me-you coming out of the blue,
says to me, all of me, I am here, waiting for you—
and here is my heart, it has grown so that you
can grow, too.

I weep and I smile and look up and
beyond these cornered, grey walls.
Way up there and right down here,
you are here with all that I breathe.
For you are right here with all these—
all of these me.
The yesterdays and the yet-will-be’s.
You
are here with all me.