the long goodbye
By benafim
The Long Goodbye Drove down to the airport this afternoon, don’t like airports, ferry terminals and train stations. Dislike seeing people leave, tearstained faces, awkward goodbyes and lies told about keeping in touch. They also awake in me a longing to be somewhere else, a mythical place, free of world-weariness. The one I was saying my goodbyes to wasn’t there, must have left on an earlier flight. Just as well, she would have cried and I would have told lies. Bought a newspaper, drove back home and died a little. Written February 17th, 2002 © on Feb 17 2002 03:44 AM PST 0 • 10
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