once i was a worm
and i saw the lady neighbor across the hall
saying goodnight and/or goodbye to her man.
she was inside her flat and he, outside her door
she was covered in a blue robe
he, in a dark grey suit, carrying a backpack
a screen door divided them
each standing still in his place
no words, just that
i wonder,
how many goodbyes does one need to hear
to finally let the other go?
i deem that picture very sad
moving sad
and i am still a worm.
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