When it ended
I wanted
warm goodbyes
that never
came. I absorbed
quiet, as others
watched me
retreat, disappear
into silence.
I became
loss
and fielded
phone calls from
curious players
in the game
of chess, played
with people, cities
doubling as
squares
on the board.
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I wonder if there is a warm goodbye at all …
I have issue with people leaving and every goodbye seems
rather cold and sad … I even use that word very rare,
I say “Later” instead of “good bye”
Loved the chess in the image and mixed int he words of the poem!
Marissa Colleen Mullins 
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wise words, love chess games though..
love your blog, your poetry is impressive!
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I wanted
warm goodbyes …
I wonder if there is a warm goodbye at all …
I have issue with people leaving and every goodbye seems
rather cold and sad … I even use that word very rare,
I say “Later” instead of “good bye”
Loved the chess in the image and mixed int he words of the poem!
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