I can’t resist

(I know better
than to think I am
being lured)

there is something
about knowing the
date of departure–

it makes us cling
to moments;

we cannot
trust the future
to hold in wait

these small,
sparkling moments

these sudden,
surprising seductions

so we grasp at them,
catching and caught.

Here, now,
leaving is a gift

I am leaving with
a little mystery
a little memory.

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