never going back

i pretty much know

where i'll

never go again,

either for the first time or

the next time.

i don't expect to ever arrive

in cleveland, 

or detroit

or syracuse.

i won't be going back

to south beach

either,

or manchester,

or turkey,

or venice, or across the bridge

to where i grew

up in a place

called glassmanor.

of course i don't know for sure

these things,

but it's a feeling.

the same one you get

when loved ones vanish.