There are endings and there are endings.
Some things feel over before they’re done
Some things end before they feel over.
We left last night. They locked the door behind us.
The woman with the dark lines painted on her eyelids
Cried to see it end.
I rejoiced a bit.
We leave.
In a few days
We will leave somewhere else
And this second leaving
Will leave us really left.
The Hamlet Project 