For Lynn Poem by Aida Santos

1
grieving corridors
passageways to goodbyes
dark corners of pains
tucked away in the crevices
of memories
we cut
we hurt
we cry
we love


2
mozart’s piano
and flute orchestra
in the early morning ritual
of letting go

and I begged you:
let me go through my own pain
lulled into an internal silence

there are moments
captured in the heat
of april


3
I have practiced
goodbyes, I thought,
perfectly

airports and airlines
are memories
and here, once more
another farewell
practice makes
no perfect goodbyes