The Point of Separation

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I always knew this now would come:
this last time,
when all that’s gone before
and all that is to come
this singular moment,
not recorded on any
clock or calendar,
containing all my nows
and yesterdays
and tomorrows,
locked in your last, fleeting smile
as you say goodbye
and turn
and walk away,
leaving only shadows
and the last, fading embers
of your long-ago

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