Leaving is a painful thing. As I get farther away,
there is no longer a door–
a way to go back.
I reach out
to touch the place
where I was
and though my hand
is right on it,
I can't feel anything.
I go back to visit
and nobody knows me,
for those
I knew
have left as well.
Without an Hollywood ending,
I wake up in a cold sweat
and realize that,
indeed,
I have left
and now will need
to be where I am
rather than
remember where I was.
1 comment:
Kim, I missed your pop-ins yesterday and had to handle two tidbits without being able to call to tap into the vast knowlege you have of this transformed workplace. I did succeed with my tasks, and though I felt a sense of efficacy (I did it without you), I missed the connection.
I still owe you lunch that you can "call in" at anytime!!
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