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Making Final Plans with my Acquaintances
On January 13th I leave.
I will get on a plane.
It will be my death march.
I will leave my town,
But what I’m leaving the most of...
Is people I barely know.
The ones I stop and say hi to in the grocery store.
The ones who’s social media I comment on despite never making an effort to call.
The ones I check up on maybe once a year,
or at least once every few.
And it’s almost saddening. That these are the people society expects me to spend my last days with.
Two weeks left and I just cram my calendar with goodbye lunches for people who were never truly in my life.
They are dying to see me they say, but it’s funny because I’m not even sure we really know each other.
We’re not going to cry when we give our final hugs, because we have no tears for one another. No real connection.
But for some reason these are the people I am making plans with right now.
Oops, gotta go get my calendar.
The phone is ringing.
Naceur Ben Mesbah
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