She turns a key
the engine stops.
She gathers her things
and climbs down the steps.
She closes the doors
then walks to her car.
Looking back on the big yellow thing
she smiles at the memories and
With one breath
says goodbye
Goodbye to the kids who asked about her day
goodbye to the teens who looked tough though they weren't
Goodbye to routine
each day the same path
To houses with bushes
and windows and stories
To all
goodbye
{Inspired by Mrs. Jessica, the most intriguing lady I've met}
[i might change this from a poem to a narrative]
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Partials
RandomPartial ADJECTIVE | existing only in part; incomplete This is a collection of different bits and pieces of stories and scenarios I make up in my head. Most people would call these "excerpts" from books I will never write, I call them Partials. Comm...
