homegoing

It felt
foreign, odd, old,
passed, like
a ghost,
and he asked a friend
about her
thoughts, and she
said,
“Me, too,”
even though
she came
back, which
he started to
understand
he never would.
And he began to
think
differently
and started to see
things
clearer, at least
for
the
moment, which
was
at least
a
start.
What was once
would
not be, again,
he realized.
What is twice
could not be,
at all,
he knew.
And slowly
but
surely
as he looked
and
watched
and thought,
more
and more,
he felt his grip
ease,
his hold
loosen
his grasp
release,
and his heart
ache
and,
finally,
he
let
go.