Saying Goodbye  

Like bad weather you step out of your

memory, which is too tight to breathe,

and you clutch at success.

From head to toe focused

on work, you roll up your sleeves

and take on the world

barehanded. You tighten your will

like a net in which are caught

the days that are rough, worn away,

thoroughly bruised, because

someone is slamming the doors inside you,

someone who has crossed the threshold.