Poetry by | November 28, 2022

our old friend’s boat
floated away from port
with us fondly bidding goodbye,
many with a teary eye.
Then I was surprised
to notice
that our friends
on the wharf
waving their goodbyes
seemed to be floating away.
And I realized
my own little boat
was unmoored too.
The goodbyes
were for me also.
And so were the tears.

Eric SB Libre is a freelance consultant and writer based in Digos City. Some of his poems and stories can be read in Bisaya Magazine and Minda News.

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