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To let go

     Is an art entirely unfamiliar and

     Completely restrained.

I still have the luggage tags,

Your baggage claim strips to my

     Stopover heart long-delayed

     In Milwaukee, or

     Sacramento, or

Some such place.



     I will ride the carousel

          Unclaimed

     And sopping wet.

     Your name is

          A smudge

     On a ragged label.

Set aside,

     Left apart,

          Travelers pass without a

Second glance.



No deposit, no signature,

The anthrax residue of a rotten love

     Inside your yellowed envelope.



I am the sender,

     But my

          Heart



Cannot be returned.