218/365: Halfway There
Every day is a romance
with all the things I'm leaving.
It's all going, going, gone,
receding as telephone wires
strung out along a flat prairie highway.
Hold it in and let it go,
breathe it in and turn away.
I've lost count of all the goodbyes.
It can make one tired to know
one's only halfway there.
I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.