as one who wanders

as one
who quite often
finds yourself
wandering
you become
an unwilling expert

a hardened scholar
in the feelings
of goodbyes
and farewells

they don't
become routine
as you might expect
they become
more painful

you see
them coming
long before
anyone else

you feel them
everwhere

you feel them
in everything
that you touch and smell

a smile
a breakfast
the daily routine-
another goodbye
waiting to happen

everything
is potentially
the last

as one who wanders
you watch for it
the finality
stealthily approaching
from the shadows

your heart
slowly burning
your eyes
trembling, trembling

arrivals always forgotten
departures always imminent

you'll always be
wandering, wandering

whispering...







04/04/2018   AAW