End ings
Sometimes endings happen without fanfare,
it's just over.
No celebratory toast
no gold watch
no kiss goodbye.
The electric door swishes open.
Two steps
it's done.
You inside, me outside.
No awkward goodbye,
no promises we know we won't keep
just done.
The air is different, thinner.
I float ahead on zero gravity.
Connection broken,
gentle snap of heart strings -
no blood, no pain.
You inside, bustling, busy.
Me outside with nothing pressing,
no one expects me.
I might soar away
like a helium balloon released
by a willful child.
So easily severed, this bond,
like cutting a raspberry with
a sushi knife.
We don't even turn back to wave goodbye.
You on to the next task, the next headache.
Inside, through the window
you button your jacket
against the air conditioning.
I face the sun, relish it’s warmth.
Life's ties so easily broken.
Laugh, at this cruel joke.
I skip away elated
no longer related.
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Just Carrie 
Nice work, Carrie. Reminds me of “You Don’t Have to Cry” by Crosby, Stills and Nash.
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Love it Carrie, especially the structure, floating like the helium balloon.
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Love it, Carrie, especially the structure. It feels like the words are floating in air like the helium balloon.
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Thank you Janice!!!!! You captured what I was trying to do!
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Gotta ask…who? Anyone I know?
Cousin Dan
Sent from a small machine. Apologies for brevity, typos.
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Lovely poem, Carry. I was glad you got away from whoever it was being left. They didn’t deserve you. On the other hand, the poem made me sad, as final departures from “friends” often do. I was glad not to be the person you were clearing out from. Poor them. They are the loser and they don’t even realize it. But you, you are going to be just fine. Splendid, even. Thanks for sharing.
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No hanging onto that balloon’s string. Thanks for this one, Carrie. I like the airy shape of the poem on the page.
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Nice, Carrie, I can’t wait to do the same…
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