Between the time
the conversation moves
from “We really must be going”
to the time
the tail lights of the car are seen  diminishing
many a ritual is enacted —
sometimes taking quite awhile:
hugs and kisses
and well wishes —
prolonged often
because some folks
just hate to say “good-bye” —
awkward  occasionally
because some folks are lost for words.
And then there are those times
you want to see them off
and wish they’d hurry
because you’ve had enough.

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