the endless string of goodbyes that a military girlfriend faces don't leave her unscathed.
We collect goodbyes
Like some people collect stamps or ticket stubs.
Pinned to the wall like souvenirs,
colored in memories--
another point in time where we parted.
Their potency never fades with time.
We collect goodbyes
Like some people collect postcards or bottle caps.
We tuck them in our suitcases,
pretend they don't weigh us down.
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