Cadence Helen Yenson ’22
The elusive ‘goodbye’ is but a formality Curtailing our speech. One final moment before we depart For the greater unknown of the future. I walk along the streetside, Listening to songs my younger self adored. Images, memories flash before me— Each beat is familiar, like a garden path I’ve wandered many times in my life. Larger footprints stamp over smaller ones Until nothing old remains. Beyond the tunnel lies tendrils of light Pulling my feet ever-forward, the dirt Is carved with valleys, far and wide Into the fading dawn and a brighter birth. When we are certain the traveler is gone, Their journey half-trodden into the road beyond— We can say that word truly, hear it ring, And watch as the sound dissolves the air: Never quite reaching our traveler.
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