January 2021: A life too short, a pandemic too long.

The jet engines scream,

as I want to,

pushing me away from this city I should have known.

Away from these people,

once close,

then distant,

now close again, for a time.

Away from mended fences.

Away from glimpses of the laughter, the love, the routines, the cityscapes,

the pieces of her life.

Goodbye Detroit.

Maybe that's all I get.

Little intrusions into their lives, their laughter.

Maybe not.

I hope.

Sure would like to see her again,

in that rusty city,

alive now only in my dreams,

and faded pictures

and certain stories retold again

when we remember too.

Goodbye my sister.