The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for August 2025
he will not look
say goodbye
he
cannot allow himself to know
start or
stop
he'd rather wait
in
silence
while it
disappears into
his
bones his joints
his pain
his
anticipation
until
tired and
fading
it has passed
routine restabilized while he
retreats
into resignation
[the word
just
comes
on
its
own]
expecting tomorrow
with relief