He doesn\'t deserve a big send off
I\'ll leave him under the seat on a bus
At the station newspaper stand
Or better still, a phone booth at the airport,
Somewhere busy, anywhere there are a lot
Of comings and goings
So he can\'t follow me into the sea of bobbing heads,
And I won\'t look back
Will forget I lost him until I check
My pockets or case when I arrive
Almost as an afterthought
As if I had never carried him around
My whole life.
Goodbye fear for good.