By(e) Chance

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By Paul Bluestein

You were never good at waiting;
impatient from the day you arrived.
On the beach or in the woods,
you always ran ahead
as if you couldn’t wait
to leave me behind.
But I could see you,
looking over your shoulder
or waiting around a bend
to be sure I was close behind.
Then, reassured,
you were off again.
This time I can’t follow
where you are going.
There is no bridge we can cross together,
but there is a path
that will lead you on from here.
You need to take it,
and I need to let you go.

        
Paul Bluestein is a physician, self-taught musician, and a dedicated Scrabble player.

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