“You got off the train and I said goodbye.
Not in the way the sun dies with the morning,
or the moon with the night.
Not even in the way the stars remain
after both the sun and moon parts.
Because you know you will see them again on your side of the world
after a day and a night.
I said goodbye the way the dying exhales for the final time
or the way paper turns to fire and fire turns to ashes –
with a period and never coming back.”