By Diana Raab

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Do you know that feeling you get
when giving up
when you don’t care for another day,
when you realize you are your childhood
no matter how much you 
try to smother it? 

As you wonder if anyone will care after you’ve departed
as you walk through the gate alone
in the same way you arrived. 

After walking on life’s path,
you held hands with different people
some held tighter—
others with a very loose grip—
and those who walk beside sharing only their backs. 

Who shares the answer to those who meander
with questions as they carry
lovers as their crutches 

You, my dear, do not care anymore 
and there are days 
when I wonder if you ever did  
as you surrender to your own destiny and I move on.

Diana Raab