For Good

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.