a poem by Evelyn Amissah
(original artwork by the author)
It's quiet
Bar the sound of slamming doors
In cars full of people packing up
No more places to see
No more people to meet
Kids waiting silently
Boring holes in sentient metal
To avoid each other's gaze, hide their teary eyes.
It's past the time to say goodbyes
Past the time to wave or cry
Past the time to dry your eyes
It's past, all in the past.
Soon I'll leave too
Though I'll hold on for a little longer
Just, a little longer
Sigh just one more time
One last wistful look
One last, "one last time"
Then I'll leave
Then I'll finally join the quiet.
Then I'll finally say: Hello, July.
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