We meet at points of departure
You and I
One or other or both
Moving off again soon,
In December, or October,
Or next Wednesday.

We find each other
At the last moment
Already let go of this here now
already half-way out
Already gone, left for the future

Too busy now to stay long
For more than a month,
A weekend,
An afternoon coffee snatched
At a train station
Maybe.

We always start by saying goodbye
You and I

Bella Basura
August 2012