The bitter sweetness

Of the smell post-rain

 

Of stepping out of the car late at night 

After a long journey

 

Of growing up 

And no longer knowing the meaning of the phrase “going home”

 

Of the last few milliseconds of an embrace

As you squeeze a little tighter before you let go

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I wonder if it’ll always feel this way when we say goodbye

Like a piece of me is being torn off

 

Tears are oil in the wheel of life

 

I’ll see you soon