Poem: Tides

All this comin' and goin' in the expat capitols of the world.


Two people I thought were gone,
having coffee at the Globe
A third, just about to leave,
waits for me at dinner

The constancy of removal,
each to another place
away from here, away from me,
for the best of reasons and the worst

Some for money, some for love,
some because they’ve both run out
The purpose of their coming,
now purposeless

Ten thousand on Atlantic flights
on any given day,
lost in thought and time warp
Arrivals and departures

The tides flow both ways
Poetry Collection: Corner of My Mind
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