I didn’t get a goodnight hug on the last night he slept at home
but I didn’t even notice
we dropped that ritual years ago
we traded it in for long walks through the neighborhood and talks about life
and the way he’d refill my coffee cup when he’d come to say hello in the morning
his car won’t be leaving oil stains on our street anymore
his boots are not on the stairs
he took his piano books
and I took his name off the chore list
and everything is being cleaned, reimagined, rearranged.
it’s that familiar dance:
releasing what was
embracing what has come
letting the world shift and expand
“thank you for your service” we say to the clothes we have outgrown
send them off- let them bless someone else.
“thank you for your service” to the season that is ending
send him off- let him bless someone else.
i send him off with more tenderness
and an expectation of meeting up again.
we will schedule time for walks through the neighborhood
and he will refill her coffee cup in the morning.
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