I.

You know you’re growing old

from the way 

you say goodbye-

its always polite 

and never 

makes a scene.

II. 

Its not the way 

we help each other move,

but how we treat 

the space between our bodies,

and how we behave

when the house is now empty.

III.

Can we learn, again,

to sit on the floor?

or will we use

the lack of furniture

as an excuse

to wipe ourselves clean?

IV.

Just because 

you have me 

in your palm

does not mean

this should end

with a handshake. 

V.

I want to believe 

in the magic that’s building 

between us-how, 

if we hold onto each other long enough, 

we can leave this room 

as one body.  

VI.

Its almost certain,

(from past goodbyes 

with you)

this moment will stick

in my mind 

as I am driving down 

the long 

and lonely interstate.

There’s something I 

should probably tell you.