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I called–I called every week,

More than most expats do.

I visited every summer–

And the gifts, and the cards–

But she was old

And I left.)

But you get your bags,

Check through Customs.

Drive down the familiar roads

Sleep in your old room.

And after the funeral ends,

You get back on the plane

Passport in your backpocket

To go back the way you came.

@A_P_S_Menzel