Those Litany Of Goodbyes Poem by RIC BASTASA

at the end
he is prepared to present the emptiness of his hands
and be thankful about
those tiny pinches
which the present has sounded
beautifully like
a siren song

the way he has learned to let go
everythingoh how the soft white sands drift from his
hair

and not looking back
like a salt woman of yore
that you have
read and forgotten

for tired of so many goodbyes
he has finally decided not to make
any.