I lean against the wall outside -
an insignificant presence in the shadows
they'd like to ignore
as they strut importantly
down Corridors of Righteousness.
I run excitedly to greet, but
shrink from Cold Eyes.
"We know!" they say
"We belong!"
"We're the Righteous, the Chosen, the Divine
the Sacred, the Pious, the Good, the Belonging!"
they proclaim.
I withdraw to my vigil
outside the gate -
lounging in the shadows
against the wall
as they are anointed
and healed.
Prayers of Thankfulness on their lips now
Celebrations in their smiles
as they compare Badges of Belonging
throwing smiles of triumph and disdain
at me
and yet -
somehow fearful...
They are gone -
Celebrations now
memories in the wind
autumn leaves falling...
I look up and smile
at you, smiling back
at me.
your one thought -
my one thought -
Never Goodbye.
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