The Neighbor Says Goodbye

the neighbor is moving,
she leaves a long note, two pages,
on my door.
I've seen her carrying boxes
into her house
for a week now.
she tells me where she is going
and why.
when and how, etc.
we've spoken over the decade maybe
twice, maybe
three times.
but now this letter comes through
the door with her
number written down.
she says she'll miss me, miss
living close by.
I scratch my head and think
about
what a good neighbor she was,
so private, so quiet and shy.
her garden in her yard,
so green.
I don't know quite what to say.
to say that i'll miss her isn't
true, so i'll just wait until
the truck comes, then i'll stand
on the porch and wave, saying
goodbye.