Goodbye

Goodbye to my spine that complains 
when I reach to kiss your neck.
I used to be taller. I used to be able to run. 
Now, I only do it in my dreams. You say
sometimes I kick in my sleep. I apologize. 
I did not mean to bruise who we used to be. 

Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt
4/23/2025

This start of something is based on Natalie Goldberg's prompt, "What will you say goodbye to when you die?" I never know where prompts will take me.